Friday, February 28, 2014

A Camera and Two Cups



Small drawings from my A Drawing A Day Journal. Medium: spit and ink.

Z- The End



Finished A through Z in my A Drawing a Day Journal. I'm moving on to other things, but will stay loyal to letter (of course). It just feels like a painting season now. My whole house stank like stale, wonderful paint. I'm out of canvas, out of room, out of everything but crusty brushes. This isn't a complaint, but an excitement... an anticipation. I don't know why I'm bent on ruining my art supplies. Probably because I'm a pig.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Angry Seas



I worry. I pray. I walk in your shoes in my mind. I do everything I can to be there for you. We talk every day on the phone because we're too far apart. I don't think we'll ever get to be close, although that's what I've always wanted. I wish I were there to make things easier. Drawing storm clouds and stormy seas... because I love you.



Sunday, February 23, 2014

To draw or not to draw. There is no question.

To misplace a sketch book is a maddening thing.

Where

are

you????!!!!!
.......................................


-Update: Sketchbook has been found! For some reason I put it in my closet with my shoes.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

"q" is for quiet


"P" is for Princess




"O" is for Ophelia


“When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; 
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: 
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; 
As one incapable of her own distress, 
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, 
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death. 

(Ophelia)” 
― William ShakespeareHamlet