Brushes /  by Jim Hathaway

The delivery man dropped off a box today and had a funny smile. I said he was looking at the mess my studio is. My sister said he was looking at my brushes.

Ameyoko /  by Jim Hathaway

I’m back painting Ueno street scenes and am thinking of my teacher’s teacher, George Grosz.

A brush rediscovered /  by Jim Hathaway

My sister Amy's sheep donated hair for me to make 2 new brushes. I was forced to keep the troubled brush away from the others as it was being eaten. I didn't want whatever was eating it to eat my other brushes.  It remained on the wall behind the TV for years.

It was very stiff hair. They weren't usual sheep. Not usual brushs.

I'm casting about lately, trying new images, new paper,  I thought, why not. try an eaten brush? I gave it  a good scrubbing with strong soap.

 It made some rinteresting lines today. I'm optimistic about tomorrow.



Sometimes /  by Jim Hathaway

Sometimes I just sketch

Back in Japan /  by Jim Hathaway

Playing with color, and a Golden spring Fuji

New York /  by Jim Hathaway

I’m back in Tokyo for the blossoms. It was strange and exciting being back in New York.

It used to be my town. In 35 Years New York has moved on, as have I. But a little bit of me is still back there.