Although perhaps it’s hard to tell from this round baby head, I’ve been working on softness and subtlety. And patience.
I spent the better part of my Sunday doing this, and still, the eyes are a little too blue, the lips too red, pencils are hard to blend…..and my patience faded with the light, so I stopped and took a picture of my picture in the daylight and this is what you get.
Then I continued watching Scott and Bailey on Netflix. It’s a good series. I’m too lazy to find a link, but it’s easily googled. I like that it was created by, and stars, women. If you think whatever you’re doing is hard, imagine being a murder investigator.
Christmas prep in earnest tomorrow! I keep saying 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.
Don’t be fooled by the glasses – I am not missing my optician days. Although I do sometimes dream about work. Not exactly nightmares, but close enough.
I am very impatiently waiting for my new printer to be delivered from gawd only knows where. (I know the company, but not its location.) Ordered it on-line a couple of days ago. Received a prompt email letting me know the order had been received and another one telling me the order had been shipped. By ground. So maybe dog sled. I don’t know. Shipping is free, so I guess I won’t start complaining yet.
It’s nice to have a printed colour picture in front of me of whatever I’m drawing instead of trying to use my I-Pad screen which keeps going off. My life is just so damned hard these days.
Hope everyone is having a happy first Thursday in December! The fourth one is Christmas!
I know, it was happy until I mentioned that. Sorry. Pour yourself a nice glass of wine, you’ll feel better soon.
I am kind of ridiculously happy with the outcome of this one. White and black on coloured paper. Not bad for a first go using this technique. I will get a better blending white pencil if there is such a thing and more coloured paper. This was fun.
Had to abandon an earlier attempt at a baby face which was turning in to a grumpy old man with wispy hair. They can’t all be masterpieces, right? When it starts to get either frustrating or simply hilarious, time to let it go.
Well……here we are on the last day of a post-crazy month. I’m thrilled with all the new blogs and amazing people I’ve come across during this endeavour and with WordPress telling me my site is generating more interest than usual. They wouldn’t lie to me, would they? The stats became suspect to me when some fluke in the system indicated my best day having over 800 views. The average here is probably 50. Unless I mention Johnny Depp. And that day I didn’t.
The only (considerably less than exciting) news I have today is that I’m going to make Apple Crisp so that I have an excuse to turn the oven on. The floors are cold and so are my feet.
We’re having ourselves one of those quiet lazy Sundays, staying in out of the cold. Watching the daylight disappear. Along with November.
Thank you Team Pepper for letting me be on the team, even though I didn’t necessarily know or understand or follow all the rules or have much of a clue what game we were playing.
Did we win?
This is what happens when you can’t make up your mind about hair colour. There’s only so much blending you can do with pencil crayons and then they just refuse to do it anymore.
Eyes that are a foot away from my nose while I’m drawing them tend to look very different at a further distance. I will just say I’m doing portraits of strabismus patients.
The snow is done falling for now, and the temperature has dropped to 30 below Celsius according to our thermometer which is just outside my “art studio” window. W was kind enough to let me know this morning how many days it’s been since I left the house. Who keeps track of these things? Well obviously he does, and needs to find another hobby.
When I went to work I’d say my fresh air time was two minutes a day tops. From the house to the warmed up car, car to the workplace, then back to the car and into the house. I can’t say I’m missing my time spent outdoors at this time of year since it was previously pretty much non-existent.
How long will it take to develop cabin fever? Well there’s a little project to work on while I’m working on all my other little projects. Stay tuned for enthralling updates on that. Plus a perfected recipe for guacamole as soon as I can work out the amount of garlic that is not likely to add its pungent odour to the entire house.
It’s candle season! Yay! Last night the living room was a raspberry garlic scented paradise.
Yeah, maybe I do need to get out more.
Brown eyed girl. Pencil crayon on sketch paper. Kids always have lopsided hair, so maybe I meant to do that.
This is definitely a day for staying inside and looking out at our huge dump of snow, which rivals the other huge dump of snow we got yesterday. We’re not breaking any huge snow dump records here of course, but that never stops us from shaking our heads and our fists and our shovels at it. There are a lot of retailers in Canada who have jumped on the Black Friday band wagon, and I need a new printer, but I’m having second thoughts about venturing out on the roads today, just to end up getting stuck in a parking lot or a line up at the checkout or some horrendous thing like that.
This crazy post a day month is almost over! I have been doing some kind of “art” work every day, so I think making it all the way up to 18 post-able results is a good start at 365 of them. It’s good for retirees to have goals, right?
Here’s to two more contributions to the Team Pepper project, whatever they may be. I’m feeling all smug and successful. And warm and cozy. And ready to take a stab at another face. But not literally.
Here I am with my nano post for the day, just before the day is over.
It’s the same model I’ve used before but now she’s having a bad hair and make up day. She also needs braces. This is what happens when I watch a video on pencil crayon art. And think it looks easy. And spend a better part of the day showing myself it’s not.
And then because the daylight is gone, the photo doesn’t make it look participularly better or worse, just different.
The artist on the video said to be bold with colour! Use red! So I did!
Chalking this one up to experience. But I can see the possibilities and it was a lot of fun.
I fought a killer urge to make that ear into a pointy elf one. You have no idea.
There are several people in my family who have delicate little points at the tops of their ears. Not that I think we have elf ancestors exactly, but there’s definitely a pointy ear gene. My ears are round and boring I’m sorry to say.
And why is that picture so blue? Because I edit my photographs to make them sharper and bring out the details and also I don’t notice the blur at the bottom until later and I’m too lazy to fix it by starting over. And sometimes blue happens. On a blue Monday.
A few days ago a fellow Team Pepper person (I think!) posted Celtic Tree Astrology information and I can’t for the life of me find it or remember who it was – so if you’re reading this and it was you, please let me know so I can give you credit for inspiring me to imitate you. Anyway, you can find this astrology information here at What’s Your Sign. It’s all very interesting and credible because…..I am………..
……TA DA!! THE ILLUSIONIST!
Hawthorn signs in Celtic tree astrology are not at all what they appear to be. Outwardly, they appear to be a certain persona, while on the inside Hawthorn’s are quite different. They put the term “never judge a book by its cover” to the test. They live seemingly average lives while on the inside they carry fiery passions and inexhaustible creative flame. They are well-adjusted and can adapt to most life situations well – making themselves content and comforting others at the same time. You are naturally curious, and have an interest in a broad range of topics. You are an excellent listener, and people seek you out as an outlet to release their burdens. You have a healthy sense of humor, and have a clear understanding of irony. You tend to see the big picture, and have amazing insight – although you typically won’t give yourself enough credit for your observations. Hawthorn signs match up nicely with Ash and Rowan’s.
Well, I must have Celtic roots too. Those Celts are smart cookies.
What’s crazier than a cold Monday in November? I don’t know the answer to that one but if there is an answer, it would make a good riddle for a cold November Monday.
Anyone else ever wake up in the morning with a burning desire to draw an elf? If anyone at all says yes to that, I can only assume we are twins who were separated at birth. However, as you can see, this is not an elf, although I had to stop myself from making that little ear all pointy.
The elf is still a possibility. But today I’m also thinking PAINT.
Who knows where the day will end. (Only my secret twin. Scary thought.)
Okay, I do have a couple of sane things to say. W is off to hand rehab. But his fingers are straight and moveable and so much improved, I can’t imagine they’ll keep him there for long. Tomorrow is our anniversary, in case I forget to mention it then. Forty three years together. Unless you take away all the separate vacations. Hey, time apart is very important. You do whatever works.
Eleven straight days of mindless posts to go! Haha. I am on such a roll.
It’s more challenging to attempt some kind of expression than to draw a simply placid, pleasant, symmetrical face.
This could be the concentration it takes to whistle, or to pucker up on New Years Eve, but the fact that her eyebrow is raised and the other side of her face is frowning suggests skepticism to me. (Really? You seriously think I’m buying this? Nooooo……)
Our tv guy is here. The sun is shining. I’m off to see my ENT doctor this afternoon to give him this look if he still doesn’t know what’s up with my immune system. Just another manic Monday.
By the way, I do have the peculiar talent of being able to raise my left eyebrow independently of the right. The right eyebrow though won’t do anything on its own.
Have a write- happy day.