Thanks to computers, scanners, and Adobe Photoshop, I am able to share some of my journal art, dating back as far as the 1970s. I grew up always sketching, using color pens and watercolors, felt tip pens. Lately I've let my visual art skills slide and devoted myself to writing. The picture above is the March picture from a home made calendar I gave my parents for Christmas in 1972.
Here is the April image. I was carrying my daughter Zoe at the time, and these pictures seem so full of the anticipation of new life.
This watercolor is from my journal in 1977, when I worked as a preschool teacher at the Narragansett Parents' Cooperative School, in Narragansett, RI. Matthew and David had scurried to the top of a weeping willow tree during a walk, and perched there like birds. How we got them down, I don't recall.
1977 was also a time I was reading works by Rudolph Steiner, especially his theories of curative education for young children. His beliefs about the link between musical notes and colors lead me to this experiment, a free-association with water color, listening to a piano recording of Keith Jarret.
Before I close, here's a real life picture of the back yard weeping cherry tree a few days ago.
Its blossoms have been falling like pink and white snow for the past few days and now it is mostly just pale green. It IS still a beautiful world, isn't it? Despite its troubles.