Spiked candlestick, cacti, and shells. Pen and ink on paper, 5 "x 7".
How I dealt with last Friday afternoon.
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April 21, 2013
Drawing, Friday
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Another little landscape! This reminds me of some of Clive's where a still life includes a landscape (out the window, or else the object is set in the landscape.)
Posted by: marly youmans | April 21, 2013 at 01:07 PM
Spiky!
Posted by: Kat | April 21, 2013 at 02:06 PM
I dealt with Friday by drawing too. I think there's never a bad reason to draw.
Posted by: Pica | April 21, 2013 at 03:34 PM
Very cool, Beth.
Posted by: Jan | April 21, 2013 at 04:09 PM
Am I allowed to say "Too many spikes, sad and disturbing - no peace".
I guess we all perceive differently.
Posted by: Ellena | April 21, 2013 at 05:44 PM
Of course, Ellena, you can say anything you want here! But the truth is that you've understood the drawing. That is how I felt about the day, and tried to express it in a drawing where peacefulness was merely an illusion.
Posted by: Beth | April 21, 2013 at 06:00 PM
Beautiful, Beth.
Posted by: Rachel Barenblat | April 22, 2013 at 07:02 AM
Very well put. As good as an essay!
Posted by: Hattie | April 22, 2013 at 01:27 PM