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Sketching :: Drawing from Observation
I draw, I sketch, I paint.
I also teach graphic & web design, drawing & typography.
Là où va la main, l’œil suit;
là où va l’œil, va l’esprit;
là où va l’esprit se trouve le cœur;
là où se trouve le cœur
est la réalité de l’être,
le siège de l’âme.
A few Stories with Watercolours & Drawings & Texts
- :: Soft petal day :: “I must study politics and war so that my sons may have the liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture, in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.” — John Adams, founder, 1735 A soft, warm and dry day in Rigaud today and as I have not dabbled in watercolours for quite a while, I painted one of my iris drawings after having totally ruined another drawing that I had just done of a beautiful Ostrya virginiana leave, trunk & flower… also commonly known as a Hophornbeam or Ironwood and Bois de fer in french in Québec. www.janehannah.com
Monthly Archives: December 2017
Well it is -21 celsius at the moment here and warmer than yesterday as it reached -27C last night… The cars are having trouble starting too, can you imagine? We went for a very small walk this morning and Pyper … Continue reading
“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.” ― Charles M. Schulz On a cold and snowy day out here in the woods and listening to the Vince Guaraldi Trio, who composed and arranged the … Continue reading
A Christmas Song Once in Royal David’s City Stood a lonely cattle shed Where a mother held her baby You’d do well to remember the things he later said When you’re stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties You’ll … Continue reading
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. … Continue reading
Si la vie était dure je jure que je ne l’ai jamais su Je n’ai de regret que celui de mon âge et ce jeune cœur de moi est intact Le mal qu’on m’a fait est écrit dans le sable … Continue reading
Je te promets le sel au baiser de ma bouche Je te promets le miel à ma main qui te touche Je te promets le ciel au dessus de ta couche Des fleurs et des dentelles pour que tes nuits … Continue reading
IN AND OUT The dog searches until he finds me upstairs, lies down with a clatter of elbows, puts his head on my foot. Sometimes the sound of his breathing saves my life — in and out, in and out; a pause, a … Continue reading
Follow your passion it will lead you to your purpose. Drew these two faces last night while watching TV and not really concentrating on what was going on the tube. Really enjoyed drawing the flowing lines and couldn’t stop. From … Continue reading