it’s about pear time

While recently walking in the south pasture with our Corgi, Butters, we noticed that the pears on the two pear trees are almost ripe. Soon we’ll be making pear butter and maybe some pear chutney.

I’ve always loved the mostly-ink Yorkshire landscapes of John Harrison’s, with a bit of watercolor in selected areas. I decided to try a similar style for this botanical, drawing with a Lumos pen from Tom’s Studio. The 0.5 fine liner tip is loaded with De Atramentis Document Grey ink, full strength, and the brush tip has the same ink thinned with De Atramentis Dilution liquid for shadows on the branches.

peach blossoms

A couple of weeks ago I snapped photos of trees in our front pasture while out with our corgi, Butters. But I didn’t get around to sketching from one until today. This is the baby peach tree’s blossoms; I was too late to get shots of the apple trees.

overworked

This sketch of leaves (and acorn) seen on the lane while walking my corgi began well enough with a watercolor wash. I removed the masking fluid and added a bit of colored pencil — still going well. I wish I had stopped there.

Instead, I added shadows with the nearest dark pencil, which happened to be a water-soluble Inktense pencil in Bark. I meant to leave it dry but somehow a drop of water hit one bit, so I wet all shadows. Which ruined the light, delicate look I was going for.

back to my nature journal

Almost two weeks ago, as the recent cold snap arrived here with a drizzly sleet, Bill noticed an odd red mushroom and brought it inside for me to sketch, which I did in gouache. Then I set this small nature journal aside — until today.

After watching a recording of Art Toolkit’s workshop on garden journaling with Bethan Burton, I added some sketches from two of her garden photos. I like her style of an ink line drawing with only a small focused bit with color added.

I found James Gurney’s quote online; it seemed to fit the 2-page spread.

the freeze is on the way

We have been having a strange winter season so far, even needing to run the air conditioner just a week ago! On Monday, there were new blossoms on the baby peach tree. The leaves of the Mexican sycamore we planted this autumn have not yet fallen; in fact there are fresh green ones!

But a freezing winter storm is streaming towards us — and across half of the country today. The confused trees are in for a shock.

a new brush pen

I just received a small order from jetpens.com which included a new Pentel Pocketbrush pen with sanguine ink. So I grabbed a couple of oak leaves as Butters and I walked back from the mailbox (our mailbox is about a block away — at least that’s how it feels sometimes) and sketched them, then added gouache and a smidgen of colored pencil.

My original Pocketbrush pen with black ink is probably about 18 years old now, purchased in Kansas City on my way to sketching with a buddy in Excelsior Springs, MO. And it is still going strong with a great brush tip!

brotherly mushrooms

These two small mushrooms were seen while Butters and I walked the front pasture — the smaller one seemed to lean into the larger one as if seeking its protection.

(watercolor and colored pencil)

one rescued leaf

Kristen brought me two pretty red leaves to sketch, knowing how I miss the colorful maple trees we had in Kansas. I set it aside until after washing dishes — and then heard small crunching noises. Turned around to find our mischievous cat, Scottie, beginning to eat this leaf. The other one was nowhere to be found.

He often snatches up leaves and pine needles that get tracked in on our shoes, usually throwing up later. Thankfully, he was not sick this time.

I drew this in ink & colored pencil on toned paper. How weird is it that both fountain pens currently filled with black ink ran out before I finished?

a bit of late autumn color

Just over the west fenceline there grows one tree with leaves that actually turn red in the autumn. At least, I thought it was a tree, being nearly 12’ tall. Apparently it is an oversized Red Chokeberry shrub.

(gouache and a touch of colored pencil on toned watercolor paper, hand sewn sketchbook)

remembering violets

Bill once gave me a beautiful African violet plant which was very special to me. But when we moved from San Diego to Bremerton, then on to Portland, I had to fly (being 8 months pregnant at the time) — our things were moved up by friends. The plant probably would not have survived so I gave it to a neighbor.

This is another drawing exercise from a library book, “Pen & Ink Techniques” by Frank Lohan. I chose to add a bit of purple watercolor. Ink lines were drawn with a Kaweco Liliput fountain pen filled with Noodler’s green El Lawrence ink.

painting with Neocolor II crayons

Probably my final sketch of our granddaughter’s cow, Sierra — she goes to her new home tomorrow. Mikala raised the blue roan mix Short Horn during her senior year in high school and showed her at the Houston Livestock & Rodeo. Since then, she has lived on this wee farm with F.F.A. rescue goats and 2 rescue donkeys.

Recently we had some maintenance done on our RV by a man and his son, Jimmy, who owns a red-brown Short Horn and was immediately drawn to Sierra. He wants her to go with his other cow but also intends to breed her, something Mikala had always wanted for her but it just didn’t work out. So she is selling her to Jimmy. Sierra is very sociable and, though the goats and donkeys are companions, she gets excited when she hears other cows in the neighborhood. We all think she’ll be much happier with other cows and hopefully a calf or two of her own.

This is the second spread done in my little toned paper pocket sketchbook I made for doing nature studies. The first spread, seen in the last photo, is done from Art Toolkit’s workshop “Pollonators in Ink” (HERE) — worked in Pentel Pocketbrush pen and Neocolor II watercolor crayons. I have played with the crayons before, but never exclusively lifting color from them with a damp brush. Colors were even mixed in this way, touching the brush to 2 or 3 crayons before applying to paper.

(Those smudges are because I wrote the text with a fountain pen filled with water-soluble ink — then forgot that fact and laid my damp hand on the page.)

That’s our barn-house in the background, with 3 of the goats beyond Sierra.

recent sketches

Early one morning a couple of weeks ago, I took my corgi outside and found these gorgeous white blooms. Last year, the turban-shaped cactus only put out a few babies. I took a photo of the blooms . . . and the next day they were gone.

The tiny sketch of apple blossoms was also done from a photo; apples have since developed. This week I was trimming back the purple basil to dry some for next winter; two leaves fell off so I sketched them “live”. I didn’t get around to painting them right away . . . and our sneaky cat, Scottie Dubh, must have eaten them! So the color is from memory.

more tiny sketches

Here are a few more tiny paintings, done over the past week. I found that a fine Mark’s Tous Les Jours ballpoint pen works better for me in tiny work than finepoint liners or fountain pens. 

The tea tin next to the cup and saucer is one of my favorite teas of late: Justea Purple Chocolate, a loose leaf purple tea with cacao shells and rose petals. Great with a splash of milk and very low caffeine. Each tin comes with a hand-carved wooden spoon to measure the tea.

toadflax

Early wildflowers are beginning to show themselves along local county roads — and in our south pasture. Bill found some toadflax while out playing fetch with our corgi. He picked one and brought it to me.

This (quick) tiny sketching has definite advantages, as I have been busy buying garden plants and making sourdough crackers and bread.

camping cut short

We planned on camping at Huntsville State Park Monday through Friday this week; we ended up coming home today. A strong storm blew in, with high winds, a thick dust storm obliterating the sun, and a heavy rain storm. Power was knocked out in Huntsville and the surrounding area — yes, we could camp without electricity but we had not topped off the propane tank, expecting the electric hookup, and had planned on making use of the nearby bathhouse.

Bitterly cold overnight, starting up the generator every few hours to keep the battery strong, and too windy to enjoy walks to the lake or through the forest — we decided to load up and drive home early. We have a site reserved at Stephen F. Austin State Park in 3 weeks. Looking forward to a nicer experience!

more sketching from camp

These bits of nature were sketched in blue pencil two days ago but I took my time at finishing them. We are doing quite a lot of walking and reading . . . 

And had a lovely visit with family yesterday when our son Jason and his family brought pizza to camp! 🍕 

random sketches

There really wasn’t any plan to these journal pages; they just sort of happened. We have been hearing a lot of water oak acorns falling on our tin roof, and sometimes the recent winds have even blown down small branches. So I sketched them, adding only raw umber and perylene green. Later, I tried drawing our tea and coffee mugs from a slightly overhead perspective — but only managed to make them appear short. The photos below show the actual handmade mugs, found years ago at The Spice Merchant in Wichita, KS. 

home again

While camping along Lake Conroe this past week, I ended up reading more than sketching. When we weren’t walking with Butters, that is. She is a very social corgi and there were new people and animals to meet!

I only managed to draw this tiny building just off of an intersection in Montgomery (seen on our way) and a couple of berry varieties found in the forest. 

this year’s oak leaves

This spread of autumn leaves was begun on Saturday — but with early-week appointments and getting ready for our camping trip, I didn’t finish it until today. Each of these is from a variety of oak tree on our property.

random sketches

Just a few random sketches of interesting things seen in the past 3 weeks . . .

The American Beautyberry plant was growing in the Sam Houston National Forest we camped in — great for keeping mosquitoes away! I saw the rooster perched in a wheelbarrow at Bill’s sister’s home in Kansas. And Bill brought me the small rose-colored mushroom because he knew I’d like to draw it.