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Just returned last evening from The Rowe Center in Rowe, MA, where my son, Charlie and I, along with another mom and son friend team participated in a drawing workshop, lead by Danny Gregory, called Everyday Art: How to Start Drawing and See the World. It was too good to be true to have a whole weekend of being inspired by Danny.

This was a drawing I did in my room on our first night there. On the second evening Danny began to personalize our journals with the signature penmanship he is known for by using his favored "dip pen".  

This morning I was reading through some underlined passages in the book, Big Sur And The Oranges Of Hieronymous Bosch, by Henry Miller, when suddenly this particular one rang out loud and clear:

"I had never displayed the least ability to draw; at school, in fact, I was so hopelessly untalented that they use to permit me to skip the drawing class. I'm still bad at it, but it doesn't bother me much anymore. Whenever i sit down to paint I feel happy; as I feel my way along I whistle and hum and sing and shout. Sometimes I put down the brush and do a jig."    - Henry Miller, Big Sur, pg. 88.