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“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
— John Lubbock
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The artist, inspired by love and fear
created him out of stone
Chiseled features hide his tears
as he dreams of flesh and bone.
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Those of you who have followed this blog for a while know that I decided to try something that would really (and I mean really) challenge me: a drawing class. To summarize some important background information, I’ve never drawn before. I never really tried, since I found my few efforts so disappointing and frustrating. By the end of the class – and several months of agony, I had two drawings I wasn’t completely embarrassed of. This is one of them.
Here is my drawing of Hairy Putter, done from a photo I took of him about a year-and-a-half ago. If you aren’t familiar with Hairy’s blog, you should definitely stop by. Hairy is well-known for his restaurant reviews, pet-friendly travel advice and for his work as the Director of Barketing for Northern California’s Mendocino County. Hairy is in town this week attending the BlogPaws Pet Blogging and Social Media Conference with his two upright companions.
I mentioned that there were two drawings I actually came away from class pretty happy with. Here’s a teaser and a warning: if you’re following this blog, you’ll be getting sick of the second one soon enough.
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You don’t have to go to a museum to see a city’s art. The works that best represent a particular locale are often, quite literally, right under your feet. I photographed the artwork pictured here within a single downtown Salt Lake City block, representing styles ranging from crude to accomplished.
Simply because these works aren’t hanging in a museum or framed on a wall makes them less likely to get recognized as art. How come a painting on a sidewalk instead of a canvas automatically gets demoted from “art” to “nuisance graffiti” in the minds of the majority?
Like it or not, your city is a canvas. It is a place where seemingly unrelated movements, elements, shapes and colors come together to form a tangible image – a picture of its inhabitants. Some choose to add to this canvas knowing that their contribution will be as transient and temporary as the inhabitants are themselves.
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Mount Olivet Cemetery, in Salt Lake City, Utah is a pretty interesting place. The second largest public burial ground in the city, the tombstones span the years back to 1877. It’s an 88 acre spread of over 90 varieties of trees imported from other areas. Deer love to eat the flowers that adorn the grave sites and squirrels have an awesome playground in the vast canopy of trees. And birds. Lots of birds.
Over 30,000 people have been laid to rest here, representing members of many churches and races. Because of its beauty, the cemetery is popular as a park and it’s typical to find people walking, jogging, sitting, reading, enjoying a sunny day, or wandering around with a camera.
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I’d give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life’s decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer day.
~Lewis Carroll, Solitude
The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold,
Of being only four years old.
~Christopher Morley, To a Child
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