No denying it,
Autumn is here.
The leaves are down
mulberry
and all their seeds.
Eighteen paper bags
stacked by the curb,
and when the wind ceases
of the art and soul of N.Boudreau
All drawings are protected
in clear archival 2mil polypropylene resealable sleeves
easy to ship
and ready to mat and frame.
All sixteen drawings of the series were created
using Prismacolor pencils
on bright white, smooth paper stock,
outer dimensions of 6.5 in. x 7.5 in.
the image itself being 4 in. x 4 in.
all are protected in clear archival
2mil polypropylene resealable sleeves.
This drawing is protected
in clear archival
2mil polypropylene resealable sleeves
easy to ship
and ready to mat and frame.
I'd describe Poppy flowers as flamboyant
but find the seed pods as odd.
The hair-like texture is achieved here
by scratching away color
laid down by the colored pencil,
a technique also used in drawing #15.
Created using Prismacolor pencils,
the 4 in. x 4 in. image
is offset
on bright white 6.5 in. x 7.5 in.
smooth paper stock.
This drawing is protected
in clear archival
2mil polypropylene resealable sleeves
easy to ship
and ready to mat and frame.
Created with Prismacolor pencils
on bright white, smooth paper stock,
with outer dimensions of 6.5 in. x 7.5 in.
the actual image is 4 in. x 4 in.
Though now protected in clear archival
2mil polypropylene resealable sleeves,
there are small areas of the drawing
affected by previous storage
within non-archival framing.
Each drawing was done using Prismacolor pencils
on bright white, smooth paper stock,
with outer dimensions of 6.5 in. x 7.5 in.
the actual image is 4 in. x 4 in.
All drawings are protected
in clear archival 2mil polypropylene resealable sleeves
easy to ship
and ready to mat and frame.
No froufrou butterflies
this lineage of regal Monarchs,
who suffered two apocalyptic winters
in the 1990's.
Completely absent from the garden
for twenty-nine years
until
sailing over the continent
they arrived again
to dominate the Buddleia.
Nothing is fragile or helpless about these Monarchs. They soar - not so much as fly. Breeze nor gale is an obstacle to them as they make use of the movements of air to reach their destination.
Another watercolor sketch in the artist's notebook.
Home Sweet Home,
studio,
garden,
workshop,
and cheese cave.
As I post this, tropical storm Henri approaches like an old uncle humbled by his demotion from the category of hurricane. He's raining steadily and the landscape is welcoming his paced abundance into waiting streams. Wind which could have arrived as forceful blows from his invisible hand, are only gentle cuffs - so far. Let's hope our old Uncle Henri maintains his demeanor for the duration of his visit. At least another fourteen hours to go. . .
This is another 5" x 7" watercolor sketch, a page from one of my notebooks.