Can’t let a year go by without painting persimmons. They’re not a fruit I eat. But I love
1) That they’re orange. my favorite color. 2) That they mean I was at Gay’s home in the Santa Cruz mountains with her and Nina when the persimmons turned orange.
We painted them on the tree, cooked up some plans for a new sketching adventure we’ll be leading in 2020 (more on that soon) and then I brought some home.
Here’s the 2019 collection of persimmon.
Back at home, playing around.
Painting a bunch with my daughter. Her watercolor piece in the back.
And one last lone persimmon.
It’s been a busy and a crazy year, art-wise. I taught a lot of workshops and had some fantastic sketching adventures. I started working on the Faces of Recovery project. New workshop announcements, a big project I’m working towards finishing early in the year, and some new things I’d like to try in my sketchbooks over the next year: that’s what 2020 is looking like for me.
I’m excited about some of it, stressed about some deadlines, and feeling a bit like I don’t know where all this is going. I’m going to take that odd combination of feelings to mean I’m doing new things, and that I’m always happy about. Here’s to your 2020 bringing you all that you wish for.
Thanks again for following along yet another year. Your responses keep me blogging and that I’m super-grateful for.