Day 19:

I did this last night while my son and I were watching recorded Wimbledon Tennis. As I wondered what to do, he said, "Me, draw me!" So I tried. It was hard because he was sitting lower with his laptop not wanting to look up. And, even though I don't think it looks like him, it does resemble him.  See the real McCoy below. (His hair is different there.) I started drawing it in the blind contour fashioln and he said "No, look at the paper when you draw, or something of that sort. So part of it is blind contour and part is  done by looking at him and my paper as I drew.

This is interesting. I have been posting a couple days after I do the art. Because I worried if I could keep up. But it all seems fine in the artmaking department. I got behind on the posting as of late. I think I am going to take a risk and stay current.... What a dangerous likfe I live!

Day 18: A collaboration saves the day!

There was NO way I would have had the energy to do my art tonight from scratch, or so I think. I had my show tonight with my client work from the YWCA's homeless program and it was fabulous. I was honored, humbled and in awe of the art and the evening. And, when I returned home, exhausted yet hyped. Shea's friend Dimitre had started this back on my day 3 I think. He is off in Switzerland now so I thought I would finish it. Probably could use some more work, but oh well. Another day with SOMETHING is what matters most right this moment. Thank you.

Day 17: A teeny tiny yet big contribution - The Tall Flower

Today's art is only about 6 inches wide, by 3 feet. I did not have it in me to do anything, and I did something. So to me, that is big. I am grateful that some how I remember to show up and do it every day. Or at least for the last 17. Good to know that I can do something (fairly) quick. I am thinking about going to buy those giant oil pastel sticks. Thinking they will cover bigger areas. Not sure how they are for blending. But it is worth trying. Will keep you posted. 

Day 16: Premonition? Psychic?

When I originally started this, it was from a magazine photo of a FUNKY, very old lady with big round glasses. After finishing it and before writing this, My friend Michele went and ordered some round glasses. She has blue eyes and short grey hair. Maybe I am psychic! Once she gets her glasses I will post a photo of her next to this and we can compare....

Day 15: Only Day Fifteen?

I have to admit that it SEEMS like day 315! I am not sure if that is good or bad. Began this after midnight so I was VERY brief aesthetically. I loved those first days when I did the work in the daylight. And, I am not sure how to get that back when I am so busy. Next week I will be a little less busy, so yes, I will be able to do daylight art. I want to say "maybe" and I am trying really hard not to. And I REALLY want to say maybe. Commiting is not easy. Especially when I start thinking about next week, is it really going to be less busy? Hello Tish! Just make art!

Day 14: Art is a Mystery

Oh where the heck did he come from?  Not really where i wanted him to go or look like. AND, the surprises are always welcome. It was way too late again tonight. I am needing some sort of changes to keep the inspiration going. Not sure. Maybe too big. Maybe my oil pastels are too small. Maybe still wrestle with subject matter. Trusting the process though.  

Day 13: Is it a dog's world or a cat's?

This began as Friday Dog. (Yes, and now I have Friday Cat, there is a good story behind that.) Doesn't really look like her but I was grateful for her inspriation of tonight's art. Looks more like a hungry wolf. People who were afraid of dogs used to think she was a wolf or some furocious animal. She was a white german shepard and a total lover. She would start barking on command, "Sick em!" or "Where's the kitty?" Friday Dog loved our beloved ZInger kitty. They would sleep together and play. So when Friday Cat came, with that name already, I was so sure she would be a perfect addition to our family and for Zinger after Friday Dog died. It actually wasn't until ZInger was gone that Friday cat started settling in. But she still hates Jack the dog. How did this dog post end up being about the cat?


 As for the drawing. I loved the ease and sketchiness of it. Yes, she isn't white. Let's say she is in the glow of sunset.