Sketch of a little dog I never met.
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!
I’ve been missing my charcoal. This doesn’t look much like my magazine picture model, but I’m sure she must look like somebody. I started off on this project with the intention of drawing 365 faces. Obviously I’ve gone off on a lot of tangents. Now I’m just doing a count of art days and anything goes.
It was a lovely quiet Sunday here, once W got back inside from a couple of hours of blowing snow all over the neighbourhood this morning.
I wish I was kidding. Third day of snowfall in a row. But higher temperatures in the forecast so it will soon be gone. I try to never complain about rain, because at least it’s not snow.
Does this look like a young Jane Fonda to you? It wasn’t supposed to. What the hell. I’ll just pretend I meant to do that.
I wonder if I should tell you how many times this portrait came close to being crumpled up and chucked. Halfway done I began to dislike her intensely.
But today I scrubbed her eyes out and redid them not so wide set, put her in a window and declared her finished.
Or maybe it’s me that’s finished.
I suppose being critical is a good thing and will make me better.
Well, now it is. Earlier I wasn’t so sure. It’s not every day you scrub somebody’s eyes out.
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.
Whew! I was having some sketch withdrawal issues there for a minute. So this was a lovely calming exercise for a Saturday morning.
My perspective work of art so far consists of many straight lines vanishing into the vanishing point. It looks a little like a shrinking black hole. I got tired of staring at the page wondering what to do next. The above satisfactorily bumped me out of a perspective induced hypnotic trance of sorts. I don’t really know what that is, but I’m pretty sure I was in one.
My astute observation for the day: eyelashes are easy to over do. A lot like applying mascara. Too much and you reach clown status. Go ahead, critique the eyelashes! I can take it! (No I can’t).
Back to the drawing board to build my city street on its way to oblivion.
But first…..more coffee. It’s shaping up to be an awesome weekend.
Just in case you thought I’ve been slacking off in the art department, the dog (whom I don’t know personally) was an afternoon before-the-kids-get-home experiment simply to see if I could do it. Dogs are hard to draw because they’re so hairy. And you never know what the hell they’re thinking. He’s probably not that sad in real life.
The man is a late-at-night (late here is any time after 9 p.m.) project, simply being a physical presence while my grandson watched a half hour program before bed. I can’t see much without my glasses on or hear much of anything at all, so TV is a big guessing game for me. Mostly I just ignore it. We have been watching a few episodes of Bates Motel though on Netflix and it’s on the up side of intriguing.
Just noticed the guys hair is blurry (bad photo) and he’s either a genius or his forehead is out of proportion. Or both. My pictures tell a story, as long as you’re willing to make one up.
Have a happy Thursday!