Because, seriously, candy floss hair…..bubble gum cheeks…..channelling my inner cutting and pasting six-year-old self on glue….most fun I’ve had on a January Saturday for a long time. Maybe ever.
Charcoal makes such a mess. I’m not sure what all I used here, because I have my drawing things all over the place and often mixed up, but within easy reach. So I tend to grab something and see what it does, and wonder about it later.
I do know this is on drawing paper, not sketch paper. And that I almost abandoned it half-finished because it wasn’t going the way I expected. Or fast enough to suit me. Because, you know, I’ve got a lot of Netflix to watch. But I walked away and returned to it later, realizing then that it likely wasn’t such a complete disaster after all.
What else is new? We had our wireless internet upgraded yesterday. To me there is no noticeable difference, but our monthly bill will change of course. And here’s the funny part. Our internet provider has called us every day for over a week to ask us if we would like to have our service upgraded. Sometimes they ask to speak to me, and sometimes to W. Both of us have been telling them every single time they call that we have already arranged to have this done. They called yesterday and we said it was being done. Today we told them it has been done for the love of gawd and to please stop calling us. Do none of these idiots ever talk to each other? Were they all given the same phone list as a joke? It’s not all that funny anymore.
Happy rainy day in January everybody! It’s a good day for sorting out pencils and ignoring the phone.
Yes, I know Unicorn Appreciation Day was the 11th, but you cannot rush fat-bottom Unicorn Art. Well, I cant, anyway. And today could be Ukrainian Unicorn Appreciation Day because they like to celebrate things late.
Also, do you know how hard it is to find purple under not very bright artificial light at two o’clock in the morning? I hope for the sake of your sanity you never have to find that out.
I also hope this has brightened up your Monday and eased you down gently from all the intense excitement of yesterday. And if somehow you missed it all, check out the above link and the rest of the links there, and then go make a pointy headed horse notation on your calendar for next year.
I wonder why I can’t see the things that are wrong with a drawing until I take a photograph of it. By that point I usually don’t care enough to go back and fix it up. Some of my fix ups have been disastrous, so I’m trying to learn to just leave well enough alone and try harder next time.
This one is all about the smirk. Or sucking on ice cubes, I can’t decide.
It’s still cold here. But it’s still January, isn’t it? The daylight is increasing in little leaps but no bounds yet. Soon the lack of sufficient lengths of it will no longer be a valid excuse for whatever you’re trying to get yourself out of, or merely put off, which in my case is painting something on a canvas. That’s two very awkward sentences in a row! Fix them up for me, would you?
It’s getting dark and I’m hungry. This has been the worst Art commentary ever. I’ll try harder next time.
When I showed it to him he knew who it was and laughed. I took that as a good sign that I hadn’t traumatized him for life.
Yesterday W came across a picture on Facebook of someone we haven’t seen for over thirty years and remarked that he looks awful. He doesn’t really, he just looks old, because, well, he’s old. We see our own changes gradually, and are often shocked at the changes in other people with whom we’ve lost touch. Inside I feel like I’ve never left my thirties, but the mirror tells a different story.
So this is not the face I married, although he’s in there somewhere. I’m going to hang on to this until we’re in our nineties and then show it to him again so we can both see how handsome he was way back in the day. This is of course supposing we both live that long and can still see and remember where we put things.
I was looking at celebrity high school yearbook pictures on some Facebook site (yes, we both have way too much time on our hands these cold dreary January days) and the captions were statements of disbelief and what happened? Well, time happened, you idiot caption writer.
Here’s to time and the wonderful changes it makes to our life-well-lived faces.
My inspiration for this was our six-hour road trip home on Boxing Day, when there was nothing much to look at except trees and snow. And the strangest cloud bank I’ve ever seen. It was straight across the sky, beginning and ending abruptly with nothing interesting to say for itself.
I could have taken a blurry picture through a dirty car window, but I like how much less realistic this is. Let’s call it impressionistic, because that sounds like an artsy word. I might have thrown it out but my daughter saw it half-finished and said she liked it.
The reality of how boring it was put me to sleep. I think I’ve captured that very well.
This piece (of whatever you’d like to call it) was inspired by the pattern on the drawing paper. I’m the kind of person who sees faces in the bathroom tiles and on the whorly things on ceilings and floors.
Well that was fun. I’m thinking I should now do something serious, but also at the same time wondering what the hell for.
All morning in my head I’ve been singing “What are you doing New Years Eve” – the Zoe/Joseph version, which is the best one I’ve ever heard.
Sing along…all day long….you’re welcome.
Happy new year. Don’t drink and drive. In my case it will be don’t drink and draw. I did that once and the results were scary.
If you want to make a rather disgusting chalky black mess, charcoal is definitely the way to go. Look how sad this lady is. She is hoping her soulful eyes will draw your attention away from her dirty face and neck.
This drawing is actually black and white, but my photo makes it look sepia-like. Lately there is just not enough daylight in a day it seems to get anything done in natural light. So I will carry on in the dark.
Tomorrow I am putting the pencils away in favour of messing about in the kitchen. There are tart shells waiting to be filled with an astounding amount of glucose. And a ton of fudge in my future. If all goes well there will be pictures. If not, forget I said that.
We will forgive this girl the lousy make up job because she’s just so sweetly happy. Believe it or not, I cut back on the mascara from the original picture I was using as a model. How do these people keep their eyes open?
Yesterday I wandered around in Michael’s for a long time. Retailers like this are very smart, or devious, or both. They lure you in to the store with a 40% off coupon on ONE regular priced item. Their prices are all pretty ridiculous, so these coupons bring the amounts down closer to normal and affordable. If you can go in to their store and purchase just that one item, you are ahead of the game. But of course they know it’s very unlikely that you will leave with only one thing. They offer different coupons every day and mark things down in some kind of random order. I was looking at an art set for a Christmas present, but it was sixty-nine dollars. Today I see by the email they so helpfully send me every morning, that they now have it marked down to thirty-nine.
So I guess what I have to do is shop there every day for the rest of my life so I never miss a deal. Or work there in exchange for sale merchandise. Or use up all the art supplies I already have and stop shopping altogether. I went there for tan coloured sketch paper and another white pencil.
Apparently I actually needed three sketch books and a dozen pencils.
But look at what I made! So it was totally worth it.