the sketching I didn’t do

I planned to do lots of sketching during our week at Bastrop State Park. But there was plenty of time so first I finished these first pages of my new sketchbook, an A5 100% cotton watercolor book from Hahnemuhle. The mushrooms were from our back yard; the two front ones are a different variety of inkcap than the one previously sketched — these are smooth rather than shaggy. I also did a lot of reading under the beautiful trees and a bit of knitting.

Then our week was changed drastically. We tow a small car behind the RV on longer trips. Tuesday we drove into Bastrop for lunch at Maxine’s (I had a great fried green tomato BLT!). Then headed to H-E-B for a few items. But we had an accident instead. Both of us are fine, though pretty beaten up by airbags and extremely sore. As I told the ER nurse, I guess that hike we were planning to take is cancelled. The car was totaled. After making arrangements and dealing with accident reports, we decided to head home early.

We had managed to get several walks in, enjoying the campsite’s peaceful beauty. There was a CCC shelter with three separate areas, each with its own fireplace; like all the CCC structures in the park, it was designed to fit its specific location using river rock and planking harvested from the park itself as the park was built.

home for this week

One of the views we are waking up to this week, camping in the Bastrop forest . . . This immediate campsite was untouched by the devastating fires of 2011. The vast acreage that did burn is making a strong comeback.

yeasty smells

Every week or two, our place takes on such a lovely aroma! And sometimes I just have to sketch it. Keeps me from slicing the sourdough loaf before it’s cooled.

Next, I made a new batch of granola from the discard.

fiddlin’ around

I’ve been playing around with a tin of watercolor graphite, which I bought recently on a whim. No idea how I’ll use it.

Also, I woke up this morning and realized my brother’s birthday is one week away. So I painted a quick card for him, shaky hand and all.

an unexpected find

As I was heading out to the car the other day, I was dive-bombed by a medium sized bird — it happened so fast that I couldn’t even tell what type of bird it was. Then I looked up and found a nest being built under the back patio roof.

Both fountain pens hold De Atramentis Document inks: the Sailor Fude de Mannen has brown ink and the Wancher PuChiCo mini fountain pen has turquoise ink.

abandoned cemetery

While camping at Fort Parker State Park last month we visited an old cemetery on the park grounds, maintained by park employees. There were several interesting headstones, three of which I drew directly in ink, wonky lines and all. Dr. Brookins’ stone especially caught our eye with its intricate details and untold story — slain for gold by Mexican Violence in 1854, one phrase reads “He suffered much through life and remembered not”. 

transition

This past year has been a time of transition in many ways, not just art related. But I actually used my sketch journal as a thoughts journal this week. 🙀

I’ve been exploring muted palettes rather than bright pigments, as well as trying underdrawing with brush pens and adding colored pencils. As I’m nearing the end of this sketchbook and choosing a new one, I’ve slightly tweaked the paint colors and pencils carried in my Mini Sendak. The Pocket Palette holds granulating watercolors and the Demi Palette holds gouache.

Other transitional areas include learning to cope with my “new normal” diet changes following cancer and finding non-medicated ways of dealing with essential tremors in my hands. But as a Julien of Norwich quote I recently found in a Chief Inspector Armand Gamache mystery says, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well”.

succulents & prickly pear

I sketched these pots in our front garden on Monday — then non-art life stuff kept me from finishing until today. But then, I prefer my art slow and drawn out over time anyway . . .

The second photo shows only half of our mass of prickly pear cacti. All of this grew from three pots bought a couple of years ago.

some of the others

These are a few of the other mushrooms that have appeared in our pasture and back yard this past week.

Sailor Fude de Mannen fountain pen (De Atramentis Document brown ink), watercolor background, and gouache in a Seawhite Travel Journal.

missed opportunity

This creamy white mushroom on the left was spotted on Saturday evening. Then I forgot to go back and check on how it was growing and changing.

One of my favorites, a Shaggy Ink Cap, I missed seeing its transformation. The drippy sketch on the right was how it looked early Monday morning.