When life gets fizzy, drink it straight up.
Special request for my daughter who wanted a drawing of the late Layne Staley from Alice in Chains. Hope I got that right. I guess he was an Ozzy fan.
What is your favorite piece of art? (it doesn’t have to be famous)
Well that’s like trying to pick your favourite blade of grass on the lawn. Impossible for me to choose even a category. I do have a great love for children’s art though, especially when they explain it all to you, or even when they can’t explain any of it. Maybe my favourite piece of art will eventually be on that big old canvas that’s been sitting here staring at me blankly for several days. There’s not much art I don’t like, unless it is a depiction of something gruesome.
What made you smile today?
Being put through a check out by a purple haired cashier. I suspect she coloured her hair herself (or had a friend do it) because random bits of her ears and neck were also purple. What can you do, except show up for work anyway and carry on. Purple ears won’t last forever, right? She reminded me of my granddaughters who also do startling things with their hair. It makes me smile to see them experimenting with who they are or who they wish to be. All of them are bold and beautiful.
Which place do you recommend as a Must-See? Please state which country, state or province.
Really I haven’t been to enough places myself to do that with any kind of credibility. I do think people miss out on seeing their own country from a tourists point of view when they prefer to rush off across the ocean or the equator in search of something better. I’ve seen all three of Canada’s oceans – Pacific, Arctic and Atlantic! Notice how far inland I am living from every one of them. Travel destinations are a personal thing. I loved the rolling green hills in Scotland but suspect some people might find them boring. Imagine that. Weirdos.
Complete this sentence: When I was younger I used to….
…..love it when cousins came to visit us on the farm, mainly because we got out of all kinds of work so we could entertain them. I was always surprised by their avid interest in such things as tractors and cows. And barn cats and pond frogs. These were ordinary every day things to me but new and interesting to them. It gave me a whole new perspective, seeing things I took for granted through someone else’s eyes.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
In my ongoing seemingly never-ending pursuit of something suitably warm to put on my freezing feet I think I’ve finally made a breakthrough. Men’s thermal socks. If your feet are cold in those things you are probably dead. Now I just have to be careful I don’t slide across the kitchen floor in them and break my neck.
That canvas is STILL hanging around and still blank. I am looking forward to getting all artsy with it this week. Anybody want a painting of my thermal socks? Alrighty then! I will try to come up with something better.
My November Day 14
Never let it be said that I won’t attempt the damnedest things. My oldest granddaughter asked me for this, although it was awhile ago and she may have forgotten. I hope she recognizes him. I gave it my best shot.
My life lately has been one big series of breaks. I’m running out of reasons (excuses) to take them. Maybe I’m just resting up for non stop November blogging from hell. (That’s not exactly what it’s called, but close.)
A couple of weeks ago I flew/drove/crossed a river by boat to spend several days on our little island in gorgeous fall weather. My sister and brother-in-law drove from the other direction and all of us helped W close up camp for the winter. It’s a two-day drive for both of us to get home. And then straight away I drove 5 hours north to spend some time with 4 of my grandchildren. Not sure how useful I’m being, but I’m here for a couple more days. Number one grandson turns 14 tomorrow.
W is busy at home preparing himself with appointments and paperwork for his hip replacement surgery. We are hoping it will be scheduled for early next month if not sooner. I will be his chief post surgery care giver. How scary is that? Not for me, for him. I’ve got my own scary stuff going on with two ultrasounds and a mammogram booked for next Friday. October is health month at our house. Flu shots are coming up too.
For the next three months I’m on a diabetic medication because blood work revealed that my blood sugar levels are all out of whack. I hardly ever eat sugary things, but I guess sitting on my retired ass for a year has messed up my metabolism or something. There’s always something. So yeah. Working on that.
So that’s my missing-in-action excuse list for now. The sketch is from a photo. I will get back to working in my “art studio” soon, and back to reading your blogs. I miss those things.
I have all the paraphernalia at home to check my blood sugar levels. It involves sharp things and a bio-hazardous waste receptacle, so when I work up the nerve to start using all that, I will share the experience with you. Self inflicted pain coming up. Woohoo.
Have an awesome October weekend!
Among the many reasons why I don’t like to draw the faces of men, these two are the biggest. Their ears are so visible and over all they are generally so incredibly hairy.
So,try to ignore the ears which I couldn’t be bothered finishing, and the inaccurate directions in which the stubble appears to be headed. Other than that, I am calling it okay. Not just another pretty face, and more challenging than anything on a Friday really needs to be.
Today the weather is cool with gusty winds and welcome rain. Perfect for staying inside and messing about with charcoal. I’ve lost track of how many coffees I’ve consumed.
I should tell you that this drawing was inspired by a photo of Hugh Laurie. Now you don’t have to wonder who it vaguely reminds you of any longer. This information might even give you something totally different to wonder about.
And on that note, in this world full of wonder, have a wonderful weekend!
It’s been a long time since I’ve done a black and white charcoal face on brown paper, so I’m very happy with this result. Especially the hair. And the lopsided smile. And the fact that the eyes are not too big. I like doing eyes, so I tend to exaggerate them too much sometimes.
Practice, practice, practice. And then practice some more.
Originally I intended to incorporate this in to a collage, but I think she’s fine on her own.
And look at me, all organized and industrious and posting in the morning! It’s a beautiful one too, sunny and breezy and not yet hot. Perfect for whatever comes next.
This is what happens when you take a photo in low light at the end of the day and your pencils cast shadows on the white page. As if you would ever wonder about that. Just saying, now you don’t have to.
This morning I went grocery shopping. On my return, I immediately made myself a very creamy cup of coffee with my stockpile of coffee cream. Running out of cream was more brutal than anticipated. This is how you learn how addicted you are to something. Shopping before coffee sure speeds up the process but doesn’t necessarily make it pleasant.
The day turned out to be very hot and I turned out to be very lethargic. But it finally cooled off enough for me to draw something once the light was more or less useless for art.
Considering how little time I spent on this, I’m very happy with it. My mind might change with the daylight.
This is the start of Canada Day long weekend! Flags are flying. Hope you have a good one.
Here are some serious Saturday morning doodles. Inspiration comes from Jill at Jill’s Art Journal (My Head In The Clouds Part 1 and Part 2).
Started off last night with random watercolours on watercolour paper, a few ink spritzes, some salt, some alcohol….(on the paper, not consumed). Although consumed might have added something. I find wetting the paper on both sides keeps it from curling as it dries. But drying time is no doubt longer. Overnight works well.
This morning I sat down to doodle some space creatures and maps of imaginary continents.
And finally, because I don’t know when to stop, I tried out my new ink stamps on the boring blank bits and added a purple gelato border.
I had a job once as a receptionist at a woodworking place where I answered the phone and wrote up orders, processed time cards and looked after payroll. The other 95% of my time was spent doodling. It was either doodle or die of boredom. Anyway, I’d forgotten how easily amused I can be by my own ink scribbles on paper.
Just like Jill promised, this was fun! Why is being lost in the moment doing something relatively unimportant so damned much fun? One of life’s mysteries I guess. Have a doodle happy day.