I’ve been missing my charcoal. This doesn’t look much like my magazine picture model, but I’m sure she must look like somebody. I started off on this project with the intention of drawing 365 faces. Obviously I’ve gone off on a lot of tangents. Now I’m just doing a count of art days and anything goes.
It was a lovely quiet Sunday here, once W got back inside from a couple of hours of blowing snow all over the neighbourhood this morning.
I wish I was kidding. Third day of snowfall in a row. But higher temperatures in the forecast so it will soon be gone. I try to never complain about rain, because at least it’s not snow.
Does this look like a young Jane Fonda to you? It wasn’t supposed to. What the hell. I’ll just pretend I meant to do that.
Ahh, this one was great fun. Not just another pretty face.
Perhaps the title should be “The Good The Bad and The Ugly”. I am practicing drawing faces. I gathered them all up, snapped pictures of my pictures, saved and edited them and turned them all sepia. Because it’s a sepia kind of day. Big fat snowflakes coming down out there.
It’s been an interesting Sunday pursuit and I’m thinking a daily art project might be a good feature here. For days when words fail me. Anyway, if I do 365 of these, just imagine how good I’ll be in the 300’s! I don’t know why everybody’s right eyeball is blurred. Trick of the light, or the artist.
Here’s what I’ve decided to do for my own personal blog a day project, inspired by WordPress’ suggestions. I’m pretty sure they won’t want to take any credit for this one, but that’s okay. The things they were talking about involved leaving the house and interacting with people and expending effort. Who’s up for THAT? Not me. I started this blog many many moons ago by taking a picture from my life and writing whatever popped into my head – remembered, made up, whatever. Then Plinky got me writing about stuff and finding a picture later. So kind of backwards, if you think about it.
I suppose the picture thing works, whichever way you look at it, because it’s kept me writing for six years. And it’s time to go forward once again. I will photograph random things in my house and write something about them, even if it’s only a moronic caption. I will try to do this every day. Hopefully we do not ever get so desperate for subject matter that we find ourselves looking at what I made for dinner or the dust bunnies under my couch. My life is vastly more interesting than that. I think.
The picture of the coffee cup is in my bedroom. I realize it should be in the kitchen, but there’s no room for it in there, plus it doesn’t go with my nautical beach sea gull theme that I’ve got going on in that room. I like the colors in this picture and I like looking at it. So there it is. I’ve hung it under my stencil experiment that didn’t turn out all that great, but I’ve never gotten around to removing it, and really, who cares, its just the bedroom.
I’ve even added a new category for my project. So the pressure is on. It’s almost like some kind of bizarre New Year’s resolution. I’m very excited about it. So much so that I’m falling asleep just thinking about it! But that’s a good thing because I have to get up early and go to work tomorrow. It’s kind of insane, when you think about it, that there are over three hundred and sixty five things within picture taking distance of me with which I can bore the pants off of everyone who bothers to read this. It will be like one of those sleeper Indie movies where nothing ever happens but you keep watching because you can’t wait to see what doesn’t happen next.