A Time to Draw

In that drifting place between awake and sleep, I wanted so much to draw what I was seeing…to see if I could draw dark upon dark…shapes and shadows lovely in their streetlamp glow. I hovered there taking it all in, relishing the abstractness of night, but willing myself to stay right there and not go downstairs to grab my sketchbook. I fell asleep content that I even have this desire to draw, and glad for tomorrow…a chance to drawcument moments , sketch small inconsequential things.

There is a time for drawing. And there is also a time for desiring to draw. I suppose one might say that all of life can be seen through the binoculars of pen and paintbrush, whether they’re being used or merely resting on my drawing table. It is not the drawings themselves that are noteworthy. It is the whisper that comes through them, a voluminous assurance that all is well and all will be well. I cannot tell you how this is.

In attempting to tell you I might say that the act of sketching in a sketchbook is a bit like the dandelion I saw yesterday morning on my walk. Truly it was (or seemed to me) the only one growing along the sidewalk. I snapped its photo, intent on drawing it later, savoring the golden ruffle of petals in a sea of green and purple weeds. Today, as I walked, the entire yard of that same lone dandelion was dotted with so many of them, I wondered if I just hadn’t taken the time to really look yesterday! They were everywhere…as if the one brave dandy had told them all that it was safe to come out now. Golden gumdrops all waving their pretty little heads at me as if to say, “Draw me next!”

That’s how it happens. One sketch opens a doorway to so many more! I am thoroughly enthralled with lines and dancing colors on white pages and am now in that familiar state of quivering-with-delight-bordering-on-anxiety that I won’t be able to sketch them all! This kind of overwhelm threatens to shut me down completely, and has on many occasions. But I know how to work with it. I know what to say to the clamoring though cheerful dandelions. It is to sit down with them, each in their turn, and to assure them…”All in good time, dear…all in good time.” Then to walk away relishing the desire to draw as a good and perfect gift from above.

I will not be able to draw them all. Nope. Not even remotely. I share with you just a few of the recent “golden dandelions” in and around the yard of my life. There are more to be sketched. And many that will not make it into my sketchbook. I will still treasure them and listen for the whispers they send me…words from an expansive world of light and loveliness, so needed in my day to day comings and goings, tragedies and triumphs.

I’m off to live the day. There’s a pen and sketchbook in my purse. Ready for drawing a dandelion.🌼

Toeses Are Roses?


As I drew my feet in these sketches made within a few days of each other, I realized that feet really aren’t the most attractive part of the human body. At least mine aren’t! It reminded me of lines from a song in the movie Singing In the Rain:

“Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,
But Moses supposes Erroneously,
Moses he knowses his toeses aren’t roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!”


As to the different nail polish (and yes…the first ones are in a lovely blue and the second in neon orange!:), a friend treated me to a pedicure!  It sure helps these unattractive feet seem a bit more appealing. Thanks Janice!


I find it very difficult to get a decent photo of these drawings. These are made in my Flexi-Sketch book, and, since it flexes, a shadow is cast on the other side of the page where it bends. I know, I know…I really should use a scanner, but I’d need to have one of those first. 🙂 I began the book with the idea of filling the entire thing with line drawings colored in with oil pastel or watercolor crayons. Of course, I set that down a year or so ago, and having picked it up again, I am now happily drawing just in black fine liner pen 08. Well, a touch of color, of course!

P.S. I’m sporting new sandals that are oh so comfortable! I’ve worn Birkenstocks for years and years and though I haven’t any plans to stop wearing my favorite Birks, these are nice for a change. Got’em at Kohl’s.

P.P.S. I am not tan. Instagram filters can give you a tan! My feet are, alas, pasty white. 🙁 Hence the need for toenail polish!