As the leaves drift down
My steady meets me at gate
And nickers for treat.

As the leaves drift down
My steady meets me at gate
And nickers for treat.

Cold wind, leaves rattle
Crows move across pine tree tops
Horses buck, frolic.

Over bare branches
Winter sun sets a back glow
Across the pasture

Heat looms on the edge
Of the pasture where cool shade
Offers a respite

I used masking fluid. Hope once this is dry I can peel the mask off revealing white blossoms.

A road-side flicker
Falling leaf or butterfly
Depends on season.
Art Prescription: Our senses are hard-wired to see what we think we see.

So Zeta made her way across North Carolina. Our freshly raked yard is a mess of leaves and pine needles.
Too windy for a safe horse ride, so we did horse anatomy with oil pastels.
I absolutely love children’s artsy souls!





No reference, just a feeling.
Watercolor sketch:


This morning I headed out to the barn to sketch en plein Air!
I set up in the shade. Horses are difficult to draw. Lots of proportions and shading to get right.
When sketching, I’m mostly interested in capturing a gesture.
I worked with oil pastels and sumi ink:


Spoken word dangles
A bit of fodder for mind
You don’t take the bate.
Art Prescription: have you ever been tested!? When you know someone is trying to get you to take the bate?
Do you realize when others cross boundaries due to their issues?
Relationships are challenging. I really just want to cruise down the middle lane….
