I’ve only gotten to sketch at Chenoa Manor a couple times (sometimes it’s enough to spend time just being with the animals, or listening, or writing), but it is certainly an inspiring place. Nina is a wonderful model, as is the dead walnut tree. Chiron the goat kept my feet warm while I painted the pigs’ dominion.
Full disclosure, I was taking more photos than making time for drawings in Nova Scotia. The landscape is breathtaking in a very Scotland way, and it made me nostalgic with foggy windy wave vibes. Maybe I’ll post some photos one of these days (many were grammed).
Beach days are for creepily drawing people sunbathing.
Today I learned that groundhogs can climb trees. I deemed this drawing finished when he stood above me, leering. I never like to be the last one at a party, so I said my goodbyes.
Great Sand Dunes National Park >> nothing short of surreal. Drawings cannot do it justice (and neither can photographs)
Garden of the Gods, CO Springs (aka the most epic neighborhood park ever)
My unspoken goal while in the mountains of Colorado was to find a ghost town; we set off for Animas Forks but turned back when the rocks got too big for our rental car. An hour more on an incredibly winding road with breathtaking drop-offs and vistas, we stumbled upon Ironton.