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March 02, 2023


I like the stream near Piseco Lake best, but as you write about how to copy the white foregrounds in a couple sketches, I wonder if the field is naturally like that. A few days after a snowfall, I would expect a field to be a little scuffed up by wind blown debris, passing animals, and the shadows formed as the snow settles into the contours beneath it. Is it possible to add flecks and shadows subtly enough to avoid taking away from the focus of the drawing? (Me, i would leave smudges all over and be unable to remove them, but that's inexperience, not mastery.)

It's more a question of what effect is desired, I think. As in the image at the top here, I've scribbled in some stubbly grass, leftover corn on the right, etc. -- it felt like it needed something. But in that prior picture with the snowy field in the foreground and just trees in the upper third, I really wanted the white to be completely unmarked. Don't ask me why! I'm going for effect more than realism, I guess, but you could certainly go more for the latter. The problem in reproduction is eliminating all the pixels in the white areas while keeping a full tonal scale for all the greys through black. Jonathan is really good at it, but it's very difficult in drawings, unless they are very graphic pen-and-ink, for instance, and you've only got black, or white, and nothing in-between.

I really like them as a group!

I think this is my favorite in the series so far.

You are a true spiritual creative, Beth. I wish I could join you on such a walk if it were possible. But my walking days are over, and I rely on the poetry of your images and prose. Keep at it while it's still winter. The way things are going, spring might be a little later than March 20th this year!

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