Hello, Spring
I think this was the first winter I spotted robins in every month but, perhaps, January. but instead of just passing through in a flock, they’re now here to stay.

I think this was the first winter I spotted robins in every month but, perhaps, January. but instead of just passing through in a flock, they’re now here to stay.

Nearing the end of this Stillman and Birn sketchbook, all done in ink using fountain pens and ink washes. Ink has become my favorite medium, part drawing, part painting, but the ink flow from a fountain pen is its own unique thing.


Another sketchbook page done, an experiment with graphite, and an embroidery exercise with value.




I love artwork that captures a little world, and I’m trying to incorporate that more in my sketches. This female red-winged blackboard was moving from branch to branch, shaking the grasses around her as she searched for bugs. I watched her for quite awhile, but I only snapped a few pictures.

But there’s nothing wrong with a good, old fashioned sketch of two horses waiting for treats, so I did one of those, too.

I’ve been sketching in a different sketchbook before I sketch the final sketch in my Stillman and Birn sketchbook, if that makes any sense. I sometimes try multiple ideas before I find one I like. It’s far easier to sketch something for a second time, even if the first was lightning fast.



