Lantern

Tonight finds me getting a quick pen and ink drawing in as the sleet hits the porch.  It has been one of those days where I was too busy to sit down,  and I just had to get this in before I did!  Using a favorite fountain pen, I get my lines done before adding water with a brushpen.  This old lantern is a perfect subject for the timeless nature of pen and ink.  Looks like my photo could have been a bit clearer.  So hard to tell at night or there - even with the Edison lights  The sleet is really heavy and that wind is whipping around the house.  It should start turning to shnow before midnight, so maybe I'll have a winter wonderland by morning!  Love that snow is coming!  Painting number 3317 in 3317 days. 

Lantern

This has been an emotional day, taking food to a grieving friend and her family, then attending the visitation of another dear artist friend, who we are related to by marriage through Dickerson brothers back three generations. Touching these lives at moments like this, brings so many memories back to the surface. I have not stayed for a funeral service since Dad. I can not. I may not again, until I have to. I find comfort here in the still night, listening to a distant owl, painting in the glow of the Edison lights hanging from the ceiling. Simply being where generations of my family have lived, is comforting. I'm looking forward to more winter nights like this. Painting number 3289 in 3289 days.