Sketching Hibernation Over

Somehow a month has passed without me sketching or blogging.  I went into a little hibernation when my dad died, doing nothing but hanging out with my mom and zoning out playing my new mandolin for about 25 hours a day (yes, I have blisters on my fingers).  Funny, sometimes sketching is the only therapy that works for me, and this time it was the last thing I felt like doing.   It took having to go in to the art gallery to lead a workshop to get me to get my brush wet again.

I'm SO grateful that they invite me to do that!  Thanks Glenn.  Sharing my love for watercolour sketchbook journaling is always an honour, and always feels good, but especially this time when I needed the nudge to get going myself.

We had a great group.  Small (only three people plus me), but fun, enthusiastic and talented.  Thanks ladies for coming out!  The class was supposed to be en plein aire, but it was a blustery, gloomy day.  We hit the tearoom at the art gallery instead and, as usual, I used feet to demonstrate perspective and same-sized drawing.

It's thanksgiving weekend here in Canada.  We're heading up to our ski place and I'm cooking a big turkey dinner tomorrow.  Mom is coming, along with my brother and his family, and of course our boys.  And Yogi, the giant lap puppy.  I'm looking forward to it all, and to kicking off the season up at Apex with a good family feast.

Thanks to those of you who left messages and sent emails, popped in to my blog, and ordered books this month, in spite of my disappearance.  I'll try not to go dark for so long next time.
xo