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August 09, 2018


I love the photos of your work on top of the table linens--beautiful in so many ways.

Nice, Beth. Seeing all kinds of things in the "logjam" piece--even an egg yolk. I love what the bits of collaged paper add to it.

Looking at your intricate drawings, I remember what a joy it is to draw what I see in front of me.

I'm using a similar brown in a 7-1/2 inch in diameter asymmetrical mandala I have almost completed using Faber Castell colored pencils and am at the point where it might be done, although my sense is that something about it is unresolved. I'll let it sit for a few days to see if it needs anything else.

Thank you for the art report.

Thank you for sharing some of the scenes you live in. It's reassuring to see clutter, even if it is artistic clutter!

So lovely - I love the mixture and immediacy of your art in different media and background objects and fabrics! And I really like the oil pastel, actually, with the strong shapes and the unusual foreground colours.

Can't find the cat in the studio....Oh you mean cat brush! Lovely drawing. I love the watercolours too.

Summer is so expansive here, like a jewel box opening, and I have enjoyed receiving many visitors. I decided to slow down this summer, spend limited time online (for both psychological and sybaritic reasons) and enjoy the season.

The peek at your oil pastel is exciting!

About 0.0001% of my life has been devoted to the plastic arts: looking, doing and commissioning. Very early on I discovered I had no instinctive ability for colour and that seemed an unteachable defect. I preferred pencil and pen. What I really liked was wrestling with perspective which is OK but seems closer to bricolage than to Brueghel. I can live with that.

But you can sing (I've heard you) and you can do all this. I particularly envy those transparent (it's the only adjective) drawings which give the impression that they are fashioned with a single line and an ineradicable sense of direction. Does having two such well-developed talents end up as a tug-of-war within: while doing the one is there a furtive desire to be doing the other? Do you hum RVW meditatively as you sketch - less likely I suspect when you're laying down oils? Does one art inform the other? I have recently recorded what is very much a WIP version of An Evening Hymn and discovered an uncertain sense of structure. Would drawing it help? What I am good at is playing the dilettante.

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