If there is such a thing as a serious artist, I’m not it. If it feels like work, I don’t want to do it.
This was 1% work and 99% fun. I am in love with the colours.
Maybe I’m going through a phase or maybe I’m still feverish and delirious from a couple of days spent this side of miserable with a stuffed up head. Or maybe it was the other side of miserable. It was the bad side, anyway. I consoled myself by watching multitudinous episodes of Netflix crime shows, congratulating myself on not being a murder victim. See, there’s always somebody worse off.
It’s a beautiful sunny March weekend! Hope you’re having a good one.
Yes, I know Unicorn Appreciation Daywas 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.
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….
This was interesting to do because the paper is textured. And blue. Her face is completely made up by me. Sometimes it’s fun to just start drawing with no model or photo and see who you end up with. In this case it appears to be a ballerina who stayed out in the cold just a tad too long.
Speaking of weather, which we weren’t, but we are now, our snow is melting! Water is running down the driveway. So I can’t go out, because what if it suddenly freezes and I slip on the ice and fall down and kill myself? I can use the weather as an excuse for pretty much any scenario.
In other unrelated news, today I started organizing my pantry cupboard because I’m sick of trying to find things while other things hit me in the face. All I wanted to do was make note of the baking supplies I have so that I don’t duplicate them. Then I reorganized another cupboard and the fridge and finally the fridge freezer. For just two people, we have a hell of a pile of food. I probably have enough raisins to last me for the rest of my life.
So now I’m all prepared to go shopping, and for once, the list of things I don’t need is longer than the list of things I do for the things I want to make. Like butter tarts totally loaded with raisins. Whether you like them that way or not. What else can you do with a ton of raisins? I’m open to suggestions. As long as they aren’t too complicated.
Hope your Thursday is going well and that you’re happy and warm wherever you may be. Not like the blue Christmas fairy up there with her frozen eyeballs.
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.
Last night W wandered into the living room and asked me what I was drawing.
I said balls.
Looking at my sketch book page, he said what is that, an orange, or a peach or what?
I said, it’s just a ball.
I thought, are balls funny?
These particular balls, not amusing to me no matter how hard I look at them, are simply my experiment in colour blending and shading using pencil crayons. They ended up looking like unfunny balls. Mission accomplished.
However, after that, the very idea of balls kept me awake last night. I imagined teaching everything about balls to people learning the English language. This could be funny for the teacher, but probably much less funny for the students.
Consider this comprehensive list, and then you decide how many ball lessons might be required to master all the concepts.
1. She entered the ballroom wearing her ball gown to dance at the gala ball. Everyone could see she was having a ball.
2. At the ball game in the ball park, the pitcher often throws more strikes than balls. There are fair balls and foul balls and the umpire must have the balls to stand by his various calls.
3. What do the words tennis, golf, cannon, meat, ping-pong and basket all have in common? Bingo. They are all balls. There are also bingo balls.
4. He crumpled the paper into a ball.
5. A football is not the same thing as the ball of your foot, both of which are larger than the ball of your thumb.
6. The accountants found his financial records to be all balled up.
7. Yarn and candy and cotton can all be balls.
8. If you think something is bull shit nonsense, it’s more polite to call it bolus or balls.
9. You can carry the ball, run with the ball, drop the ball, start the ball rolling, keep the ball rolling, and just generally be on the ball.
10. Does a snowman, made of balls of snow, have snowballs?
It’s enough to make a bald man bawl.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends. May there be sufficient left overs for turkey balls tomorrow.
And just to remind you that balls can be hilarious, here’s a classic to start off the holiday coming up next.
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.
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