Big Surprise this morning: our little garden had disappeared under a white and thick cover.
This reminded me the poem I read a few days ago, from Kenneth White, in "Terre de Diamant":
A snowy Morning in Montréal Matin de neige à Montréal
Some poems have no title Certains poèmes n'ont pas de titre
this title has no poem ce titre n'a pas de poème
it's all out there. tout est là dehors.
I decided to attempt to improve my drawing by reproducing in my Moleskine Book ( at least I will try !) some works which fascinate me. And the first of this series is this beautiful ONE. As I already mentioned it, I am a great admirerer of Geninne. And I have learnt a lot just by observing her paintings. And there is the result of my study:
Of course, Your opinions are welcome, don't hesitate to communicate them to me: the aim is to improve....
(I hope you won't be angry against me, Geninne, if you ever look at this blog....)