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So we changed Katniss’s food, she’s more active, it’s freakishly warm in Northern Wisconsin for February, she goes out on her leash and I go out and sit in the sun and entertain myself, all of which explains the vaguely cat-shaped sketch. The big ball at top is in response to an admonition to do contour sketching. The squiggley line is just for fun, and the circles are because circles. I put a bit of contour shading on the upper
right left that reminded me of hair, so I kept on with that and then it looked like a choir, and there it is/here we are.
Special Princess Farty Unicorn, sleeping in her comfy spot. I DO NOT HATE THIS SKETCH! Possibly because I got parts of the cat right. Possibly because she moved before I could do much comparing. The line of the back could be different, to imply a more correct foreshortening.
What else? I went for a walk, wearing a hoodie and a scarf and no coat because winter seems to be over. It’s fun to consciously remember that one does not have to do the penguin walk, and relax into walking.
Also, I’m reading Wuthering Heights, and am maybe having issues with people being that cuckoo, except that the people in question really have limited experience with humans, so of course. And it is a story, which would be no fun if Catherine said, “Hey, Heathcliff you are so not where I’m at,” and convinced Linton to move to London so she could see plays and museums and stuff. Also, Ellen, the narrator, brings up a memory of Mr. Earnshaw giving her a shilling for her Christmas box, which brings us really nowhere nearer understanding what Boxing day was all about, except a box is involved somehow.
Also, all those things that are happening. Ack.
Day 14: Drawing is stupid. I hate drawing.
I pulled out an older sketchbook, and saw things! that I had drawn! that weren’t horrible! Some were even good. So I thought and thought, and abandoned the prompts, and went back to the old sketchbook, and grabbed the mechanical pencil I’d used – and made a terrible drawing. So then I made another one, which is not horrible.
So, the new plan is; don’t make yourself crazy, draw every day, a couple of things, post the better one.
What else? Princess Farty Unicorn Katniss is a Reformed Character. We switched her to an actually-grain-free catfood (my error), and we bought Lactaid, so she can have a teaspoon of milk every day. We sympathize with her pooping issues, and I leave my chair in the middle of the afternoon, so she can sleep in it. In return, she isn’t nuts, just crabby and demanding. And much more active, and actually playing. Much better.
For fun, I checked the online prices of three of the medications I take for lungs. Nearly $400. It will probably take two years for the end of ACA/medicaid block grants, by which time I’ll be eligible for Medicare, if that’s still available.
In the meantime, I’ll just be here doing what I do.
Uck. And smeary. Part of the lens is good. I’m crabby about this one.
Part of the problem is I get tired of working on an image, and walk away. I also dance back and forth between line and rendering, and between seeing and thinking.
I called Duffy’s office today, and was told that in the staff meeting today, the representative made a big point of telling the staff that while there might be a vote to repeal, by the actual end date there would be a new plan in place. The woman who answers the phone is nice, and I make a point to be nice also. Dialogue!
“Draw your bed.” So I did a quick 30-second sketch of my bed, the one where I’d taken a nap and kinda tossed the covers back, the one where I have five pillows and three blankets and no bedspread, in the room where I don’t turn the overhead light on after dark, and realized that might be too much. So I did one corner with two pillows and a blanket all tumbled, and while I failed in so many ways, parts of the top left pillow are good. And I remembered how great it is to draw folds in cloth. I’m glad I’m doing this. I had forgotten how great it is to sit and draw.
In good citizenship, I called my representative in Washington and left a message explaining that cutting people’s salary to $1/day was petty and vindictive for the party that won. I think I’m averaging a call a day. No going gently into this particular abyss.
Ack. I hate honesty.
The one on top is more true, and is also the second one. I get the feeling if I’d done a third, it would have been all right.
I’m glad I’m doing this. Obvs, this particular skill has rusted. I just read an article on creating elipses, and that helped. I had also just watched a youtube that said to not draw hard lines, but sketch in little short lines, till you get to the shape you want. In the second sketch I came closer to starting with the darks and progressing to the lights like a good girl. Of course in the second sketch I also had so many mistakes fresh in my head, and was able to skip some of them. We just won’t talk about the three light sources, rendering shadows chaotic. Or the pen that leaked all over my hand, which I then smeared across the paper.
More honesty: in scanning and prepping these, I’m pumping in contrast and skewing the levels. I’m noticing that you can’t see the guidelines I used.
In the real world, I called Wisconsin Senator Johnson, mentioning that gutting ACA would kill me. We’ll see.
And really they aren’t so bad. Well, yes they are, but I said I would do this, so I’m doing it. I’m not showing you the bad ones though.
Of course, I was doing that on the Rembrandt too, and I’m not making excuses on that one. Somebody’s calligraphy pen, “Elegant Writer,” the ink breaks when it gets wet. Fun stuff. I like an awful lot of what I do with it. I suppose because it softens the rough edges, and fills in where I am afraid to go.
Also, I failed photographing them. I have a piece of black paper, just for this sort of thing. I will do my best to remember next time, okay?
Also, I do not want to put on pants today. I think I will have to suck it up and fix my jeans skirt so I’m not totally embarrassed to wear it outside the house. Yes, jeans skirt, as in whack off your favorite jeans and make a skirt out of them, as opposed to that going to a store and buying a skirt made from denim. I am true to my crazy hippie roots, and proud of it, too.
Also, I bought two books, 11 skeins of yarn, and seeds and plants yesterday. I’m what I am. How are you?
I was just talking to a friend about being paranoid about people copying your shit! man, and then this morning I ran into this. The blog owner posted a sketch, and people piled on with variants from the original. Now there’s a Flickr site too, and I’m avoiding it for now, but I wonder if this will swarm. Which would be cool.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have ideas to do.