It is a deeply overcast day of the beach, in the middle of January, and has been overwhelmingly overcast for at least the last week. When I sit on a wooden bench, it still retains heat. This is the most amazing thing to me as I grew up expecting inanimate objects to have heat stored in them. Then I moved around to other places, even other hot place, and no place else that I’ve been have brick walls and fence posts retained heat. And yet, it is still happening here so was not my imagination.
That is in no way related to today’s sketch. Today’s sketch is people going about the business of communing with the Pacific Ocean on this overcast day. I’ve not yet mastered people. I thought my vantage point gave me a good opportunity to practice. One thing I noticed is that these people all seemed to be wearing some type of uniform. I was not wearing the same uniform. I was sort of proud of myself.
The meaning of words can change through the years. Some words have changed their meaning in my lifetime alone. This word is an example. Understanding how words were used historically is a small interest of mine.
Here we have my first ever attempt at sumi e painting in my copy of a Tomioka Tessai scroll from The Works of Tomioka Tessai, a collection intended to accompany his paintings On the occasion of the second exhibition in America beginning in 1968. No, I have none of the right tools. I used a student-grade watercolor brush and india ink on mix media paper. I wanted to feel what the strokes were like. I was only able to get two shades with the India ink, I’d like to learn how to get five shades. I might need to buy an ink stick. I see a rabbit hole in this pursuit.
Tomioka Tessai is one of my heroes. We’ll talk more about him in the future.
Justin Cronin’s novel The Passage is entertaining with strokes of great understanding of human nature.
I wonder if confusion is part of the plan?
Today’s post is from page 237.
I’m slowly falling in love with the life and work of Tomioka Tessai. I came across his paintings first, and the more I learn about him, the more enamored I become. Here is a bit from the beginning of Tessai: Master of the Literati Style by Taro Odakane.
Another piece in the Victor Hugo and Reading series. If you know who these people are and what they’re doing in this room, then you know the story…and if you don’t, I won’t spoil this scene from the novel Les Miserables.
Ian French is a spoken word poet. There is a little movie (little, as in only one hour long) called IF the Poet. I think it’s slightly bad form to quote spoken word because part of the power of this form of poetry is in the presentation….which is why you should see this movie. By the way, the subtitle of the movie is No Fear, Only Love.