I closed the curtains and painted all day. My heart was full of sadness. I thought of George Floyd and the picture of the policeman aiming a gun near a little black boy who was on the shoulders of, probably his daddy. The sadness has lingered and my body aches from the hours of painting, but the day was full of challenges like how do I make a bird’s wing ethereal looking. With the death of George Floyd comes an email from a friend, The Irish Blessing – over 300 churches sing a blessing over Ireland.
On March 7, 2020 after meditation and sharing, I walked outside. Leaning against the redwood tree I sketched two snowy egrets finding worms in the rain. On March 19th California governor Gavin Newsom “ordered all individuals living in the state of California to stay home or at their place of residence” to stop the spread of the novel coronavirus disease. In less than two weeks my life changed. Instead of sitting next to people, I enter a room on Zoom. Meditation brings me closer to myself, Who am I really. Definitely, there are more birds singing!
graphite aquarelle pencil 4B, Tombow marker pen, charcoal pencil 4B on 5”x7” paper
Tomorrow, I’m going to Friday’s at Five, a digital jazz concert. I’ll stay right here in my room.
I love to go to jazz concerts with my son. Before the lights are turned down low, we order a glass of wine and settle down for the show. I listen for a bit then I start sketching – eye to hand to paper. It’s dark during the concert so it’s always a surprise to see how the sketches turned out. My subject matter won’t be live performers. I’m looking forward to seeing what I’ll produce!
Check out. sfjazz.org. New videos will be posted on YouTube every Tuesday and there is an interesting selection of playlists to listen to on Spotify.
I draw for kindness. I draw for love. In this new world full of Covid-19, fear, aggression and loneliness we need to give and receive love. I wondered how I could do that. I can draw. I can draw for kindness. If my work gives a few minutes of happiness or contemplation to another person, then I have done my job.
Oh my, all the wonderful dogs in my life! Many hours have been spent on the floor drawing from their point of view. Here’s a toast to the two Bumpies, Billo, Rover, Mister, Brandy Alexander, Disney Wisney, Jenner Benner, Miles von Mises, and Cody Boy. I’m going through years of drawings and came up with a few to post. Drawing Cody is a Letterpress Artists’ book. The edition is 15 signed and numbered copies. The book is dedicated to all the family dogs who have been a part of my life. They have brought me comfort, laughter, worries and exercise! https://carlasaunders.com/2015/07/13/puppies-and-poems
I’ve joined a public group on Facebook, A drawing A Day. This morning Mark Andres chose my sketch to update the group photo. Yesterday I took a walk along the water in Tiburon, California. My friend and I parked our cars near Blackie’s Pasture. For 28 years a swaybacked horse named Blackie stood in the same place near the road that goes into Tiburon and Belvedere. We all knew Blackie. Our children grew up seeing Blackie standing in the same spot. After he died, the corner grassy field looked like a very lonely place. Then, one day another horse arrived. Anthony Connell created a life size bronze statue of Blackie, so now the spot is filled with joy again. I said goodbye to my friend, got into my car and sat, looking out the window. Reaching for my sketchbook I drew the dogs circling the huge horse, running, barking and sniffing. Good! I have my drawing for one day.
Liu Chin with your lazy eye, thumb on a cell phone, standing in the shadow of a man.
Where did you get the green arboretum tee shirt tucked in with a long black belt cinching your slender waist? Where did you get the gold band on your finger? Your skin
is like buffed candle wax compared to mine. Arrival, Departure, you keep us on track, gathering passports, collecting airport tax, riding baggage carts around the bend.
Liu Chin with the lazy eye, thumb on a cell phone, standing in the shadow of a man.
You, smart but young with mischief in your eyes, to us you are a banker, a teacher,
a concierge, a keeper of harmony who caters to our every wish. In the distance
you skip stones over the clear river water, reflections of weeping trees juggle for postion.
Coming from the mountains thick with vegetation,
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A show in Leicester Square -What fun! So much fun I just made one drawing.