While painting, aside from the book and music, we heard the ambient sounds of life going on around us. Ian cursing the latest video game. Dirk on the phone. Roosters crowing with occasional cackle of a hen or two. A tree falling somewhere outside our window. No one was around. Trees make sounds ~ whether standing or falling. We heard it, but haven't located the fallen tree yet. A new adventure. In the meantime, we are enjoying our time in the studio.
|How I left her last night.|
|The progression from this morning . . .|
|wild hair with copper accents . . .|
|golden eye with copper, blue eye with silver.|
In trying to decide which color wolf eyes to use, Bennie made the nifty suggestion of doing both.
She informs a great deal of my artwork these days.
|Bennie trying her hand at oils with the Denver Daisies image she photographed earlier this summer.|
|Blogalong With Effy #1|