About the MotmotExploring the natural world with pencil and paper from high atop a one-story bungalow in the middle of Oklahoma.
Author Archives: zeladoniac
I recently hired a model for a gesture-drawing session. It was the first time I’d ever done such a thing, and it made me feel like a grown-up artist: in control, entitled to set the lighting, the poses, even the music. Artists are notoriously childlike. Anyone who … Continue reading
I drove down country roads and looked for nice things to paint today. It’s been a bright pink and green kind of spring day, with redbuds in explosive bloom and floaty scrims of chartreuse across the gray windbreaks. The grass looked juicy. A herd of hump-shouldered cattle cropped … Continue reading
I’m literally too lazy to get off the porch and onto the computer and am therefore doing this from my phone. It’s a fine spring evening here. No need to move except to reach for the wine glass now and … Continue reading
The routine: door closed, music cranked up, paint brush moves to the beat. Time flies agreeably as a painting takes shape. Yesterday’s soundtrack: Warren Zevon, Talking Heads and the ever-energetic Rolling Stones. These are places of rich history. The beautiful ruin of an apple-cider mill on … Continue reading
One sees the prairie in layers: sky, grass, soil. And then there’s the forest, constructed from tall, thin strips: tree stems, stacked stones, waterfalls, a slice of sky at the top. One set of laminations lays out flat, the other stands on … Continue reading
Thinking of dear friends in Denmark, wishing for more peaceful times. My heart is with them and the victims of yesterday’s shootings. It’s all much too close to home. Even from here, in Oklahoma. Said Charlie Hebdo columnist Patrick Pelloux, “We are … Continue reading