Crow Johnson Evans

Artist Illustrator Writer Singer

Crow Johnson Evans

Libraries Glow

Auntie Crow's Corner, Ozark Writers, Real Life Away from the Performances

Every book opens into a world where we can get lost. The Pandemic has given many of us the chance to rediscover, discover, and celebrate books. They are not always your grandfather’s musty dry pages in a worn book cover with his cold pipe on top. More than a flashlight under the covers at night, stories are how we consider this life and feel connected to each other..

I’m delighted to have an image I made of the Eureka Springs Carnegie Library included in their current newsletter. What’s happening at your local library? Info@eurekalibrary.org Www.eureka library.org

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Falling Like Flying

Auntie Crow's Corner, The dichotomy of Performance vs Practice as an Artist, Uncategorized

Have you checked off some of your projects through the summer? Give yourselves a standing ovation for all incremental progress. No kidding, global pandemics are not just another day on the ranch.

I have just completed a 5 week course, Introduction to Illustration, which was the most comprehensive, challenging, and rewarding use of my time, money, and mental effort. ( I don’t get a kickback, but contact me if you’d like to know more.)

Doing a drawing-a-day is still in my world. Some days the image or idea works… but other days it’s just a mess. If you are a perfectionist, this practice will break you of the self-punishment routine. If you already knew how to do things perfectly, you wouldn’t risk the disappointment…or have the joy of learning, stretching your mind, reaching for skills…

Stretching is like flying. I hope you will be flying this Fall. Why not think of the season as an active verb, Falling. I’m setting up short term and longer term goals to help me fly. Without the least sense of accomplishment, I am stuck in the could-have-been s and should-have-been s.

Join me. I’ll push the imaginary button that unleashes the sound 10,000 voices cheering… and slowly and gracefully take a bow and throw kisses to the woods. It’s called Falling like flying.