After a week of thinking about it, I finally took the pastels given to me by my co-teacher 20 years ago and began drawing.  Some of it I did without looking, and then I did a little amending.  I have been up in Woodstock all week, and will return to Brooklyn tomorrow, just in time for class.  Doing this was a delight.  I wonder why I procrastinate as much as I do...

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  1. Barbara BashMarch 20, 2021 at 12:35 PM

    A beautiful one two three moment here - outside - inside - waiting . . .
    may we all remember - again and again . . .
    love the strong direct pastel line - and spring showing up in the writing color !

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