Sunday, March 25, 2018
Monday, March 19, 2018
H.D. (Hilda Doolittle) later in life - from a photograph. I used a crude $2. bamboo reed pen, which I probably shouldn’t have, it blots and delivers too much ink at whim, and normally I like how using it refuses too neat a drawing, but can’t say if it worked here, and a dip pen to finish. Part of a project.
Birthday Bash/Book Launch Photos!
The most fabulous and my first birthday party ever! March 7, 2018 at Pauper's Pub in Toronto. Spectacular and so loving I am still quite overwhelmed (about 60 people came, wow!!). It couldn't have been better! Thank you so much to everyone who came out to share this special day with me. Much love!
Thanks to my brother, Allan Clews, and my son, Adrian Henderson, for all their help, and John Oughton, for snapping the pics. (They are a bit blurry because I increased the exposure by 1 stop for the darkened room and then forgot that the camera must be held very still. Ah well, I love the photos and am so glad I have them!)
For everyone's names, see the Fugue in Green album in Google Photos.
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Thanks to my brother, Allan Clews, and my son, Adrian Henderson, for all their help, and John Oughton, for snapping the pics. (They are a bit blurry because I increased the exposure by 1 stop for the darkened room and then forgot that the camera must be held very still. Ah well, I love the photos and am so glad I have them!)
For everyone's names, see the Fugue in Green album in Google Photos.
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Sunday, March 18, 2018
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