I was warned.

They told me that that I’d run out of babble; that I’d get bored with my own writing; that no one would comment (unless I picked a fight); that some ITiot would switch me over to different blog software and I’d have to learn a New Trick (just kidding, Chris)…etc etc.

My own special gray soup. A bit like Dunbeath harbor when the haar rolls in…

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Clearly I dropped the ball somewhere between Day Three and Day Eight. But the class didn’t.

On the afternoon of the last day, participants shared their results and discoveries. Looking back at the first day of sketching and note-taking, I was truly impressed at how many of the early images and ideas had been transformed into glass – sometimes substantively, occasionally literally, always quite personally.
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Day Three of class ended with a hike down the 365 cliff-clinging stone steps of Whaligoe harbor.
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Lest I be accused of false advertising. It is not always sunny in Lybster. Today was perfect studio weather.
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Sunshine? Sea air? Great meds? Life is good in the Highlands.

There is nothing bucolic about Silvia Levenson’s own work, so I was surprised when she first came to North Lands a year ago and responded so immediately to the environs. Caithness is a blindingly beautiful place, all sea and sky and craggy cliffs, nothing like the edgy domestic interiors we’ve come to associate with Levenson’s personal work.
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