I’ve actually found something that’s more tedious than drawing a lot of dots….drawing around a lot of dots.  The dots in question are meant to be clover, and the around, grass.

It’s a shame I had to throw out so much of my old artwork.  No space, no time to move it.  There are some pieces I miss especially.  One of them was a drawing of trees on a lake, but in such colors that it reminded you of a cloudy day.  A moody, cloudy day.

As well as the Japanese paintings that my sister described as a rainy countryside, I find I have another association with clouds and rain.  It’s what I expect England to be like.  I’ve never been there, but I know the type of weather she’s famous for.  Indeed, the literature that I’ve read, set in England, is made more romantic by the moody mist.  I see King Arthur and Robin Hood, going through landscapes of green and gray.

So, finally I have duplicated the feeling of the old drawing I lost in time.  Cloudiness and romance together as a serendipitous combination.  Here goes:

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