It was such a moment. I had to draw it..
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Plate 13
Warren looked at me and raised his eyebrows, “630s?” “Books in a library are kept in order by general subject and given numbers that the library adds to the book spine. See? These shelves here are, well, these shelves are all fiction. That’s by author. Over there starts the 100s. We can go from there.” …
Old slides
I came across a sheet of old slides, mostly of much older pastels. I taped them to a window and photographed them. The onion and tomato image was recovered from my parent’s house after my mom died; drawn in 1976. Over the winter it’s easy to plop something from the fridge onto my drawing table …
poster fair
In the early 2000s I did a yearly workshop on preparing graduate and undergraduate poster fair posters. I did them for over five years and eventually I reached a point where I couldn’t find the time. And I thought a move to digital presentations was inevitable. I kept the material in my Penn State web …
Plate 12
I’m not sure about some of this. Seeing it here helps me step back, assess and adjust. The library wasn’t quite open when I got there, so I ate the breakfast the café had packed. When I looked up. Warren was walking towards me. I felt a wave of relief; he was laughing and talking …
Saturn hit
On Friday, December 15, 2023, my granddaughter and I returned to my parked Saturn on Spring Street. As we checked the meter, three women came out of the Monarch beauty salon and yelled that someone had just hit my car and went down Cherry alley. “It was a dark orange-ish red pick-up.” They showed me …
halloween
A few years back I made one of these for the library. I posted with more detail then. They don’t always have cat’s eyes; sometimes they’re funny and blue. It depends on the pumpkin- what it needs. If it wants to laugh, I let it.
Color Plate 11
Well that was lucky. I had no real desire to see what kind of creatures were making that noise in the barn. The ballplayer’s dad was at the table looking at a big basket of muffins. Mom sat a mug across the table from him. “Good morning, sir.” Good start, anyway. “Your son is a …
Rough, plate 10
I picked up a ball and gave it a gentle, underhand toss right into the zone. She held the bat out, letting the ball hit it and bounce back to me. “That isn’t the way you teach pitching, is it, coach?” She took her stance again, looked me right in the eye. I didn’t want …
Laurie’s photo
When Laurie posted the image on Facebook, I was caught completely by surprise. My eyes filled with tears and I stopped breathing. I had no pictures. My mother had saved a few, but by the time my brother and I cleaned the house after mom passed, the pictures were gone. Mom loved Celeste, too. A …