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Coloring a Pencil Drawing in Painter X

by Barbara Hartsook on February 20, 2009 · 22 comments

in Conversation Over Coffee

I carried my pencils and large drawing pad into the newly-formed “Sketching Sessions” class five minutes late and was told to sit anywhere and draw something. I found my spot, opened my drawing pad and began sketching the girl across from me. I thought she might wonder why I was staring at her. But she [...]

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How Do You Find the Time to……..?

by Barbara Hartsook on January 22, 2009 · 11 comments

in Conversation Over Coffee

Like most people, I have enough time to do whatever I’m doing. The question always lingers, though, how do I find the time to do the rest of the stuff I still want to do? Like, paint with my liquid pencils and watercolors? Write a blog post or add an article to my blog? Write [...]

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Why would anyone come to read my blog Over Coffee? Or any blog for that matter? The question was the first in my blogging class homework assignment, and it has kept me wondering for the past two weeks. Why indeed? Why read my blog? For the same reasons I read those similar to mine, I [...]

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Seems like August never happened.  I know it must have — I had a birthday. At the end of July I collected a blue ribbon and my paintings that didn’t sell from one art show, and hustled them to another town a few miles east of me for a month-long exhibit. In September I moved [...]

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Who Do You Compete With?

by Barbara Hartsook on September 8, 2008 · 8 comments

in Conversation Over Coffee

If I compare myself to others, I will always fall short — simply because I know my own weaknesses and have lived through my failures. I don’t see yours. You show me only your best. How can I ever expect my weaknesses to compete with your strengths? In an article at the Empty Easel called [...]

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We Covet Old Crockery…

by Barbara Hartsook on June 21, 2008 · 39 comments

in Conversation Over Coffee

An old crockery pot lay against a crooked stone wall. Dusty and hot in the sun. Chipped just a tiny piece in the back. I nudged it with my toe, and while I knocked loose part of the stone behind it, nothing crawled out, so I considered it safe to pick up. I blew off [...]

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With brush and pen I paint… er, make that brush and pencil. Liquid pencils that come in a jar. On a quick trip to Bunny’s Artwork a couple weeks ago I found what looked like an ink and wash painting, which reminded me of Angus Stewart’s watercolors. I commented to Bunny, and she wrote back [...]

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