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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: August 2018
“You need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. A village means that you are not alone, knowing that in the people, the trees, the earth, there is something that belongs to you, waiting for you when … Continue reading
“I’d rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are; Because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star. I’d rather be a has-been than a might-have-been, by far; For a might-have-been has never been, but … Continue reading
Just for today I’m going to try to make a better painting. We’re not talking Sistine Chapel here, just a piece of joy begun and ended between sunup and sundown. Just for today I’ll be happy … Continue reading
In considering lines as a means of drawing, it is well to remember that the line practically does not exist in nature. It is a convention we use. — The Art Spirit by Robert Henri For those of you who … Continue reading
Great love is never justified. It’s like the little tree that springs up in some inexplicable fashion on the side of a cliff: where are its roots, what does it feed on, what miracle produces those green leaves? — Wisława … Continue reading
Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks, he chain-smoked Camel cigarettes and hammered nails in planks. He was level-on-the-level, shaved even every door, and voted for Eisenhower ’cause Lincoln won the war. — John Prine Sounds like … Continue reading