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.
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.
What is your favorite time of day?
Early morning, when the world is quiet, the coffee is hot and fresh and aromatically delicious, and I am curled up on the couch with my I-Pad reading my favourite blogs. Scrolling through Facebook in case there’s something there to shock and amaze me or tell me something which will, without a doubt, immediately change my life. Many pages make these kinds of promises but don’t deliver. Well none have yet, anyway, but hey, you never know.
Early morning is for looking out the windows at my little corner of the world going about its morning business, full of busy people with their purposes and plans. It’s about having the whole day ahead of me to fill with activities and actions and projects and deeds. Or with absolutely nothing at all.
What’s your favorite charitable cause and why?
Cancer research. Treatment and cures are admirable pursuits, but prevention deserves the most focus. Because who of us has not lost someone, somewhere, to the big C?
How do you like to spend a rainy day?
If it’s simply warm and drizzly, not blustery and cold with the power to turn ones umbrella inside out, there’s something purely delightful about a long walk in the rain. Even if it ruins your hair. We live in a place where the air is so bone dry it can glue your contact lenses to your eyeballs. When it rains, the clean fresh air and humidity and the deep, cleansing breaths you take to clear your lungs and your head are amazing – you can’t order that on Amazon. I love all rainy days, including the ones not fit to be out in, because inside and out they wash the crap and the cobwebs away.
When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pencil or pen?
Pencils are for drawing. Pens are for writing brilliant things like lists. If it’s worth writing, it’s worth putting down in indelible ink. Purple gel is always a good choice. However, when I wrote things on patient files I used erasable pens (with boring black ink) so that I could appear to be a decisive professional who did not have to scratch out stupid statements containing spelling mistakes. Has anyone thought of inventing a purple gel auto-correct spell-checking pen? I’d buy one of those.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for the strong anti inflammatory medication I am taking which has reduced the puffiness in my face to such an extent that the dark circles under my eyes are remarkably more noticeable. Well, at least I know it’s doing something. I am looking forward to seeing my up-north grandchildren after Halloween. I am looking forward to Halloween being over so those little candy bars will stop calling my name.
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