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An article in the Jan. 8th edition, titled “Been There; The presidential election of 1968”, pg. 75 –

Wallace won just three per cent of the vote in Massachusetts, but his act played well across much of the country, where he spoke to boisterously enthusiastic audiences. After a rally at Madison Square Garden, supporters marched out chanting “White Supremacy!” People told reporters that they admired him because “he says what he thinks.”

49 years ago. Huh.

Daughter melted down today over a Newsweek article talking about World War III. She didn’t want to hear about the big body of fresh water, or our continuing support of local food production. So I sucked it up and said that I thought it was less likely these days than it had been.

So, I’ve been in the art cave doing things, but nothing actually productive – for quite a while. I set up a journal for down there, to record showing up and doing anything, and how I feel afterwards – which is consistently better than when I went down. I managed to not destroy things just because I was foundering in the slew of despair. I think that’s a positive. And I’ve convinced my amaryllis to grow! That was a big thing. I’ve wanted one for years, but never felt like I deserved one or something. So I told Daughter that that was what I wanted for xmas, and sent her a link to a fancy-pants place – and then she bought one at Walmart. It had sprouted, but the tips were purple-ish, and it Did Not Grow. I was convinced I was evil and that I didn’t deserve an amaryllis.

And then I went online and found an article saying they need bottom heat to get going. I put it on the furnace, and then had to call maintenance to look at the furnace. And like always, the first thing Bob did was take all the stuff off the furnace and hot water heater. Patience, the man has. I told  him at least none of it was flammable this time. So they left and I put it back on, and measured it, and the tip was twice as big as before and a new tip was emerging! So now it’s sitting precariously in the sun in my bedroom, waiting for an intense cat to knock it off the shelf.

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Drawing hippos. Pleasantly weird. I do not understand.

Have a good day!

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And I don’t know why.

I do know that I like drawing flowers, because here is another one.Scan 2017-5-7 19.00.54

I was practicing drawing circles and ellipses, and drawing with a loose grip, and all of a sudden there was an almost-a-sunflower. Weird, how that happens. (Too much like a chrysanthemum, no sense of the meaty disc that is a sunflower, no green – bracts? hanging out behind the petals. I got the sawtooth leaf on one side, so there; sunflower.)

In other flowers, I pulled a bunch of geraniums last year and stuck them upside-down in paper bags. They started sprouting, so I stuck seven of them into a pail of water, and then one bright day in April, I planted them out. Of course it snowed the next day, so I nailed plastic over the box they’re planted in, and they seem to be about ready to go nuts – if we get two days nice weather in a row. I’m wondering if this will be a year when we get snow in July. Photos to come.

I’m knitting a sock, la dee da, and a boring one at that, and thinking about a sweater, because The Cat has taken over my thrift store Fair Isle, and this would be perfect weather for such a thing. And of course, none of the ones I’m seeing appeal to me, and so of course I’ll design my own, and so of course I will curse myself for it because it is so much easier to follow someone else’s pattern. Sigh.

In less pleasant news, the Cat pooped on my bed. I know, it’s a message, what with her not speaking english, and actually has nothing to do with me except that I’m in charge, and I should get the staff to do better. I don’t know, it’s put a damper on my feelings towards her.

I think my plan of getting her a puppy is a good one.

 

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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.

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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!

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“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.

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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.

EDM Challenges

Day 1: Shoe

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I think I’ll find an actual 2B pencil for tomorrow.

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.

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Okay, this one is pretty far out there. But I was working with a pen, copying a pencil drawing. That’s my excuse.
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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?

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I have trouble getting raptors’ eyes soul-less and alien. (And there’s a host of other issues, but it’s just a sketch. Quit yelling at yourself, self.)