The playlist with all the remaining Dry Brush Session Videos.
A special thanks to Beth S. who sacrificed painting to record Heather in her session.
A special thanks to Beth S. who sacrificed painting to record Heather in her session.
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The playlist with all the remaining Dry Brush Session Videos.
A special thanks to Beth S. who sacrificed painting to record Heather in her session.
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The first video of Heather's session can be viewed here. It's unlisted, which means that it's not private, nor public, but those with the link can access it.
I HAVE DECIDED I have decided to find myself a home in the mountains, somewhere high up where one learns to live peacefully in the cold and the silence. It’s said that in such a place certain revelations may be discovered. That what the spirit reaches for may be eventually felt, if not exactly understood, Slowly, no doubt. I’m not talking about a vacation. Of course, at the same time I mean to stay exactly where I am. Are you following me? TODAY Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance. Stillness. One of the doors into the temple. THE MOCKINGBIRD All summer the mockingbird in his pearl-gray coat and his white-windowed wings flies from the hedge to the top of the pine and begins to sing, but it’s neither lilting nor lovely, for he is the thief of other sounds-- whistles and truck brakes and dry hinges plus all the songs of other birds in his neighborhood; mimicking and elaborating, he sings with humor and bravado, so I have to wait a long time for the softer voice of his own life to come through. He begins by giving up all his usual flutter and settling down on the pine’s forelock then looking around as though to make sure he’s alone; then he slaps each wing against his breast, where his heart is, and, copying nothing, begins easing into it as though it was not half so easy as rollicking, as though his subject now was his true self, which of course was as dark and secret as anyone else’s, and it was too hard-- perhaps you understand-- to speak or to sing it to anything or anyone but the sky. Mary Oliver Antonio Machado
Here there is a good tutorial on how to make your own watercolor palette.
Heather and Silvia want to welcome all of you who are part of this upcoming retreat. We hope to keep in touch through this blog and website, with any news and information we have to share with y'all.
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