Friday, June 21, 2013

Cloudstone Sculpture Park

The amazing, fabulous, awesome, jaw dropping surprise of Cloudstone Sculpture Park has already been described very well, so I'll try not to be redundant. It is huge. On all levels. Thanks to Hank for so graciously hosting us on his sacred land of art. Sketching the sculptures and the wonderful old rusty truck were feats of mental gymnastics, visually measuring scale, distance, size, and relationships. While sketching the sculptures I could not help but imagine how it was to design and build them. On the bottom sketch here I wish I had found a way to show the scale. Those bugs on those cylinders were probably the size of a 10 year old kid. If that helps. I loved sitting there with the sun, the breeze, the birds, my imagination, pen, watercolor and sketchpad. A perfect day. To make it more perfect for me Hank chose the bottom sketch for himself to keep. I feel deeply honored. To be fair....many sketchers had already left so he didn't see theirs... I'm still honored.


  1. I love the bold, loose, abstract qualities of these images! Kudos!

  2. These are simply wonderful! I's so happy to see them on the blog. I was afraid you had given them all away without photographing or scanning.