Showing posts with label Judith Dollar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Judith Dollar. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

With Judith in Madrid

Visit of Judith and her husband  David to Spain. During his stay in Madrid, we shared with them a few hours sitting on a terrace in Las Vistillas, with a beautiful view of the Almudena Cathedral. 

María,Judith,Ursula, me and Joaquín.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

It's me, TXsketcher.


Hi, I am Judith Dollar, one of the correspondents here at USK-Texas. I am a native Texan, living just north of Houston. I am a graphic designer and have worked for large printing companies, ad agencies/mkt. firms, and am now self-employed. I've got a lovely husband and teen son, who are very patient with me when I have to stop for a sketch.
I discovered Urban Sketchers a couple of years ago, before the Portland Conference. Wishing I could have attended I made sure to make it to Lisbon this year after stalking the website for the last year. Lisbon was a fantastic experience, so many people just as enamored with sketching as I have come to be.
I have sporadically carried a sketchbook or art supplies with me when I travel, but now it is part of everyday life. Probably the thing appearing in my sketchbook most frequently is my cup of coffee. I tend to draw people more than architecture and struggle with trees. I know that when I look back at my sketchbooks I remember more of the details of place and time than I do with photos. I am looking forward to meeting all the other Texas sketchers some time soon.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Sweet Tea and Dust


My friend M and I drove out to Warrenton, TX for the big, antiques fair on Saturday afternoon. We left a little late, so it was only a half day adventure. On the way out we drove through a small section of the wildfire burn area, less than 20 miles from the house. It was pretty scary looking. Everything along the drive was parched dry. So many brown trees, a lot dead, hopefully many have gone dormant until it rains.
The antique fair is just fields and fields of tents set up selling every kind of junk, trinket and treasure. All the fields were really just dusty baked dirt. And the sun shone down on us all. A giant glass of ice tea under a shady tree was in order. Slurp.