I was dying to get some sketching in this week. I’ve been working on a graphite portrait and have been enjoying the tight detail and concentration it requires…but I got to the point where I really just wanted to scribble down something loose and fun. So I drew my lunch. The cafe staff always look at me a little strangely when they see my pull my lunch apart like this, but when they saw me start to draw it too…that was the last straw Giggles all round!
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It has been a long while since I’ve had the opportunity to draw a car. Which is a bit sad, because I like cars One of my work colleagues has a GORGEOUS show car that I thought I’d have a go at rendering in ink and watercolour as a bit of an experiment. Here are a few “work in progress” shots and then the final. I am quite pleased with the way it turned out. Working in watercolour became more and more nerve-wracking the further into the project I got…I was very nervous about messing it up and having to start all over again!!
Almost ten years ago an horrendous firestorm decimated several suburbs in my city. At the time I was in a suburb that was getting ember showers and I was home alone trying to stave off an asthma attack and keep our house from catching alight. The boys were very little, so I’d taken them to a friend’s place, but the dog we had at the time kept me company as I watered the house with a garden hose. I have never before seen it pitch black in the middle of the afternoon, nor do I wish to again. I have the greatest admiration for those that lost everything and yet have returned to rebuild and thrive again.
This one was drawn in 5-10 minute blocks between shuttle runs for the downhillers in my family. I used my Noodler’s Bulletproof Polar Brown ink for the first time, and was not happy to discover that it is in fact water soluble…not happy.
This week I put together my new water colour kit to slip into my pencil case. I figured I’d better do a colour chart since I haven’t used these colours or paints before. Some of the colours are a little gritty, which I’m not very happy with, but they’ll do for my everyday knock about kit.
Here’s a picture of my pencil case. The paints are in the little pencil tin at the top (the water brush actually fits inside the tin).
I had thought that I might sit and do some sketching at the fete while I waited for my son to do his performance, but I chickened out. I took a bunch of photos and filled up a spread while I relaxed this afternoon. I need to work a little bit more on having pictures cross the binding line to give the spread a little more coherence, but on the whole I’m happy with this piece.
1979 was a good, good year (thanks Good Charlotte) … Dad took his long service leave and the four of us piled into the front of the F100 ute and took off up into the middle of Queensland for three months. My little brother and I were young and slight, but it was still a squeeze to get us all on the bench seat…legs were strategically placed to avoid being kneecapped with gear changes, and we were a captive audience for hours of Slim Dusty, Johnny Cash and Tammy Wynette. By the time we stopped for any length of time I remember loading up my pockets and dashing into the bush to explore and to write and draw. Solitude.
From memory I did more writing than drawing in those days. I was going to be a novelist. The romance of the artistic life had me firmly in it’s grip.
It’s funny what comes back to you in those delicious moments when you’re not quite awake and not quite asleep. Curious how the passion of my youth was buried for years and years and all of a sudden pops back up, and that now I start to remember.
My garden has typically been a respite centre for green-life…this is where plants come to die. I have had a black thumb for as long as I can remember, but that doesn’t stop me trying. My latest experiment is having a couple of plants on the end of my desk where I can see them and be reminded that they need to be watered once in a blue moon. As well as this little chilli plant, I have a basil plant…I am looking forward to having tomatoes and mozzarella with my lovely fresh basil…if I can keep it alive for a little longer.
There are few things I dislike more than needles. Particularly when they are draining life liquids out of you
The waiting room at the pathology place was somewhat lacking in character. It was very beige. The most colourful things were Phlebo and his mate Austin … the fighting fish.
Nothing particularly drawing-worthy, but a challenge to make something interesting out of all the sameness. Good thing I took a reference photo because I wasn’t sitting there long enough to finish the drawing.