Harvest, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. I suppose this is the quintessential cliche of autumn, but I couldn't resist. In Mike Kline's Big Book. Polychromos pencils and graphite pencil.
{And let me tell you, the scan is terrible! I the barn is red, the sky is blue. (all those nice clicheed colors!) Oh well.}
I am leaving Thursday for 4-days at a poetry conference/retreat/workshop in Harbor Springs, MI.
3 comments:
This is cool Mary! Makes me smile. The retreat sounds great too - lucky!
Thanks, Steve. I am lucky! I got a partial scholarship! YAY! Can't wait.
I can't wait to get the big book back and see all the wonderful drawings. Thanks for enjoying the big odd paper and adding so much love! Enjoy the retreat!
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