Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Incalculable risks on a slippery day

Last  Sunday morning was like a skating rink again.  When you stepped outside the ground was covered with a treacherous sheet of ice – sidewalks, roads, parking lots.  Old people as they walked to church to sing hymns, pray, worship  - took their time with cautious, mincing carefully measured steps – to slip and break something on their way to worship would be like a bad joke, worse – it wouldn’t do – for one, it would almost certainly disappoint their priest or rector, much more than missing a carefully crafted sermon – upsetting all around.
Watch yourself my husband cautioned. I was on my way religiously to James North where I attend the life drawing sanctuary once a week – I’ve taken a vow to go as regularly as possible. But naturally once in a while I miss,  like most of us, I slip up now and then. 

A pastel drawing from Sunday last May

pastel and charcoal on Strathmore 18"x 24"
M Cohen L © 2013


  1. Thank goodness you didn't miss this one. Beauty.

    I love, love, love how you draw. So do all the greats of whom you are one. (You have to know I'm serious. I never use "whom". Allergic to the word, so if I've used it wrong consider me addled by your magnificent talent.)



    1. Barbara I absolutely adore your exuberant mushiness and delightful hyperbole and since I admit to being a pedant I appreciate your use of 'whom' - consider me addled by your magnificent talent.

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    1. Thank you Sheila, from across the pond!
      I have been extremely fascinated by your recent portraits and latest still lifes and prior to that your fascinating, ambitious large scale work.
      How you can so readily shift from one form of exploration to another is both exciting and inspiring!