Today, I looked at monsters in a box. Inside, there were two fishing reels. Both unused for many years, but one in particular, for three generations. They posed an idea and threat for a sleepy Friday. Draw them, be accurate and try to be sane.
The illustration required a great deal of patience, hand control and being fluid. Because the shapes overlapped, finding clarity in both, was a huge issue. Hoping, I shaded and painted, trying to distinguish both.
Let’s see. I may go back and work more. Maybe not.
Better late than never.
Had to wait for the time, the sun and a good cocktail.
Tables and chairs belonging to my favorite café, are ready for the day. They are lined up and ready for neighbors, visitors and acrobats.
What a perfect Sunday to paint and draw. The dog is by my feet, the bagels are in my stomach and the nap was excellent.
Oh my, what my hands will do. Does my eye find gratification? Maybe.
…into my coffee, the hundred-morning count, bottom-swirled beauty.
Deep breathing exercises for 20 inhalations.
Count down. Fire. I crave your steam, all black and hot.
What a great word! Gnarl perfectly describes the tree I stared at yesterday, while drinking a Coke and sketching. The gnarl has to have been years in the making, possibly without meddlesome pruning by “management”.
The time spent observing, was the perfect ending to a perfect day of food, weather and friends.
I debated leaving the drawing colorless, allowing the viewer to fill in the blanks. Possibly I should have.
I love listening to Blondie and drawing… the band gives me energy and takes me back. If I go too far, all I see are colors and waves of sounds. Sketched with pen, refined in pen, washed her and then poked some Prismacolor in her eyes.
Not ever. Don’t touch or graze against my skin. Don’t feel at liberty to comment on my feelings, especially my heart.
I have been anxiously awaiting the return of my eye and hand. The sense of power that streaks and gives me confidence. One week, two weeks… when?
When is now, and now is Spring. Maybe I’m emotionally drained from school or I’m trying too hard; Usually, that’s the case.
I can’t wait for the temperatures to reach 70 every day. Les fleurs attendant mes yeux.