monochromatic painting of book table by emily weil

daily painting | book table

Looking for a dry and quiet spot for a private art lesson with Mathilde, my lovely young student who hails from France, we landed in the funky but functional meeting room, fondly referred to in my marina as the Yacht Club, where we trade books with neighbors. Mathilde wanted practice drawing and painting indoor scenes so we painted this book table using little cakes of ArtGraf water-soluble graphite which are great fun. We paint side-by-side, as is her preference, so she can observe my choices and techniques. I love these little cakes as when the painting is dry, depending on which color I choose, the results are textured and interesting.

In November, a week apart, we spread both my brother Jim’s ashes (in our home town of Mill Valley) and my sister Diana’s ashes (on her favorite beach in Crescent City). This means that now I have all three of my sibs’ ashes (including Kay’s) in little glass jars on a kind of altar where I light candles and put fairy lights. I’m feeling quite stunned by this little collection, and am wobbling around trying to get my bearings and embrace this reality. Phoo. I’m going to give myself permission today to cry as often as I need to.

7″ x 10″ ink, water-soluble graphite on paper = $90

 

 

 

watercolor of green onions by emily weil

daily painting | green onions

I’m writing this while sitting at a little desk in a Crescent City Air BnB apt. with big windows that look across the street to the ocean. Storms are piling up out there and my rain boots are keeping my toes dry. I’m told to keep an eye out for migrating whales.

It’s just gorgeous here. Beautiful views, stormy seas and this place is very affordable. And loving family (good lord what a concept — pretty foreign to me, but I am delighted at how my connection to niece Kirsten is strengthening). Oop, here come fresh raindrops on the window. Last night it was quite stormy and I listened to the ocean all night.

My lovely niece is directing a play in a local theater group here which prompted my visit. She will likely move out of the area and this may be my last opportunity to see theatrical productions that she creates. Her whole family has been involved with this theater for decades — even my sister Diana, Kirsten’s mom, used to play roles before she became housebound and withdrawn.

And I am here in yet another place to heal. The ocean does that. And Kirsten and I will seek out walks in the redwoods between raindrops.

I did these little green onions/scallions in Alameda last week. Would’ve posted this yesterday but the storm took out the internet across the city for the day.

7″ x 10″ ink, watercolor, pencil on paper = $90