The Old Rookery
February 21, 2019
EVERY SO OFTEN I go truant and abandon my blog, but at least this time around it hasn’t (quite) been an entire year (!) I might be alone in this, but my temptation is to spend so much time daily exploring the interesting posts of fellow bloggers that I end up spending less and less time actually painting. My solution to this apparent addiction is to leave my own posts in limbo until enough progress has been made to once again continue.
In any case, thank you for your patience and understanding, and here is my latest painting entitled ‘The Old Rookery’, depicting a scene from my imagination, drawing on the spirit of book illustrators from the days of my youth:

Thank you for reconnecting with me and I hope your Winter is going well for you!
Carl, I did not see this comment till now. THANK YOU for your very appreciated remarks–it feels good, especially coming from you.
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Impressive blend of earth tones yet retaining distinction and pronounced clarity.
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I know, Eileen! It is so like keeping a journal–doing it daily keeps it as a fixture in one’s life, but stopping even for a few days makes it easy to not do at all. Thank you Eileen.
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I love your painting. I find when I don’t post often it gets harder to get back to it. I feel pressure about what I’ll post.
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Thank you so much Takami!
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Thank you very very much.
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THANK YOU Sharon! Thank you.
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I’m so glad you posted Lance, I’ve been wondering about you. You art is magical.
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Welcome back! Love the colors. Such a great artistic imagination you have. Perfect for a card cover.
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Beautiful! Very happy to see your work again.
Best wishes from Japan,
Takami
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Thank you Barry Comer! Yes, I am well, and truly hope you are as well. I’ll now go and check your site.
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It’s so good to see your work and hope you are well. Barry
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