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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
Tag Archives: Trees
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer … Continue reading
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from … Continue reading
These two trees seem to have lived for a very long time, side by side, looking over the beautiful Lake St. Francis (now thawing) and perhaps having at one moment in time, only the wind, birds and a few human … Continue reading
I am the voice of wind and wave and tree, Of stern desires and blind, Of strength to be… — Charles G. D. Roberts “Autochthon” Trees have longer lives than ours and were here before man. How strange to me … Continue reading
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as … Continue reading