I think we’re all feeling a bit color-starved in the Green Mountain state these days.
What a cold, dark, and damp month this has been!
I know there are bright crocuses and leafing trees somewhere, but winter has yet to release its grasp on our Vermont hill.
Gratefully, art supplies bring a touch of the sorely missed brightness within reach.
I am back to exploring the patterns and distortions that appear when looking through a glass of water. These sketches are my pretend garden of shape and color, a stand-in to tend while waiting for the real thing.
A lot of New England artists seem to be turning up the color while waiting for spring to arrive.
Help yourself to a dose of their medicine.
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It was such a pleasure to spend a couple of hours in the company of bright young artists this past week during our stitching workshop. They were an eager and happy group, diving in with needles in hand, cheerily socializing while they worked. I was impressed that the majority had previous sewing experience, and so pleased that gender wasn’t a factor.
What made me happiest was that several commented on how relaxing they found the work, and that they were definitely planning to keep on stitching!