Spring in Vermont…

Wilbur’s windy day…

Wilbur waiting for Spring…

Ditto…tcp
Wilbur’s windy day…
Wilbur waiting for Spring…
Ditto…tcp
Waiting for the McCarthy Quartet…
…at the Flynn Space
…in Burlington, VT….fun with the iPad Pro…tcp
Two very different concerts at the Flynn. One downstairs–Jazz with Brian McCarthy in the Flynn Space. Loved it…
Brian McCarthy at Flynn Space
…Intimate setting. I sketch throughout the performance and enjoy the music.
Natalie Macmaster and Donnell Leahy–A Celtic Family Christmas. Great show on the Flynn main stage. So much energy. Amazing. Too dark and distracting to draw during a performance…but…
…intermission is always fun!…tcp
Sketches from the “Magnificats” Concert in Burlington, VT…Dec. 2014
Magnificent.
William Metcalfe conducting. He always looks like he’s having a blast.
The next concert…Sunday, May 17th….all JS Bach on period instruments…see you there!…tcp
http://orianasingersvt.org/ProgramNotes.php
I love drawing to music….in my studio….at concerts…
When I’m not close enough to draw the musicians…not a problem…I love drawing the audience.
These sketches from the concert of orchestral works and arias of J.S. Bach….Capitol City Concerts…in Burlington, VT in November.
It was lovely.
Their next concert… Beethoven in February in Montpelier, VT
See you there!…enjoy…tcp
http://www.capitalcityconcerts.org/concert2.html
Catching up…
Here are sketches from September at On the Rise Bakery in Richmond, VT….I’ll miss hanging out with sketchbook…yummy dinner and a glass of wine…Farewell..thank you to the folks at On the Rise….Best of luck in your new adventures…
Welcome to Parkside Kitchen…the new owners and the owners of Kitchen Table Bistro in Richmond…they certainly know how to make delicious food and run a restaurant…
I’m hungry already…and I always have my sketchbook…
http://kitchentablebistro.com
A tour bus from Mazza Museum of Picture Book Art in Findlay, Ohio arrived at my studio in Vermont in late June…with a picnic on the village green…a visit to the general store…and a visit to my studio…
42 children’s book enthusiasts and an elephant in my studio all at once. Tons of fun!
If you haven’t been to the Mazza Museum of Picture Book Art…absolutely worth a trip…and another…and another… they’ve a wonderful collection of original picture book art!
Thank you Mazza!!!
….I wasn’t the only author in the room!
Here’s ELEPHANT’S STORY made by the young authors and illustrators in Mrs. Meehan’s First Grade. It’s wonderful.
Here is a story quilt by Mrs. Charbonneau’s Kindergarteners….very cool.
Drawing Elephant Letters for the classrooms!
…There was even Elephant Cake…yum!
Mrs. Flickinger shares her library with a GIANT Bob…made a few years back…and still hanging out in the library…..a rooster that’s bigger than an Elephant!
I thought I was cool because I found an Elephant scarf…But Cally Flickinger was wearing of the t-shirts I designed for Shelburne Farms….very cool.
Thanks to Cally, Traci and everyone at Champlain School for making author visits fun!…I had a wonderful day with the kindergarten and first grade classes at Chamberlin School in Vermont….tcp
Celebrating Poetry Month with Elephant and Robert Frost…
Robert Frost’s Snowy Woods…with help from Elephant and Gracie…
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
…and fill
…and fill
…and fill
…and fill
My little horse must think it queer
That Spring will never visit here
Between the woods and frozen lake
The longest winter I do fear.
We give our heavy coats a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of gusty wind and heavy flake.
The woods are snowy, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
Please… a sign of Spring before I sleep,
Please… a sign of Spring before I sleep.
–Elephant, Gracie with help from Robert Frost and Tracey Campbell Pearson
The original (below) from Robert Frost works well December through February!
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost