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This is a page from a small Hahnemühle Toned paper journal. The photo “stickers” are about an inch wide. I found a stack of these stickers from 1990-91 while clearing out some stuff in the downsizing. I put them in a couple journals I have going right now, and tossed the extras. I figure […]
I thought I started using the Hahnemühle Travel Journal well before 2019, but my journals are all in storage for the downsizing. I’m just now going through some digital files trying to rebuild my archive. It’s fun to take a quick look at the past with these scans. Today I found this sketch and I’m […]
My mother Florence Stendahl died on March 5, 2022 of pneumonia. She was 93 years old. Family was very important to her. She was the eldest daughter and third child of seven in her family, born in northwest Minnesota. Her love of family extended to her aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews; and their children. […]
This is a late-night doodle, which is also a selfie… It’s on Fabriano Hot Press watercolor paper that I made into a hand-bound book. After midnight my spelling is questionable, though at least I still usually question it.
I’m wrapping up the current hair series with a selfie. My braided hair of course. I don’t do selfies often. I have to stand in the bathroom and juggle pens and palettes. I was frustrated late one night because my foot was in a cast and my vision was particularly frustrating. But there is […]
More Victorian dramas…I just love the hair. (Dried out brush pen in the Hahnemühle Travel Book.) I still laugh every time I see this sketch. (I was sorting digital images the other day and found it.) See that circle in his cheek on the left? I actually fell asleep sketching that. (And really overworked it […]
Journals can tell us all sorts of things. They can tell us how whiny we are; how quick to forgive; how obsessed we are with one thing and not another; how focused and dedicated we are to our interests; and of course clues about our health. I was catching up on scanning the other day. […]
Sometimes I can’t sleep. I clean the studio. The mind keeps going. I let it run. A whole new project begins to develop this way.
Since the pandemic started I’ve needed more containers for food. Just before the pandemic I had returned to baking bread after about a 6-year break. But with the pandemic I decided I’d rather make all the bread we eat than have Dick bring loaves home from the Co-op that had been handled and coughed on. […]
Another Delano Ames quotation. (Hahnemühle Travel Journal.) “He gulped sentimentally.” Ah to have written that, what a perceptive way to see a dog.