I’m a Hoosier, born in West Lafayette, Indiana, raised in New Jersey. I feel helpless while watching the live broadcasts of the devastation in Indiana from tornadoes. What am I doing about it? Nothing. I am painting trumpet parts. Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge is painful.
The least I can do is venture out of the lines, beyond the boundaries set by the ink that flows from my fountain pen.
I am in awe of the power of nature. I have been on the face of a cliff, pounded by hail stones, secured only by a rope. But I have never had the roof of my house blown off. I feel helpless, trying to view a large picture when only the details of the small picture are getting to my heart.
Sketchbook drawing: drawn first with fountain pen, followed by watercolor, followed by fountain pen