Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Bingo & Bubba Byrd


"Bubba boy! Did you see me bear down over Broadway? I'm a natural barnstormer," boasted Bingo to her brother.

Bubba, big-eyed and off-balanced, burped. Thank goodness for the sidewalk, no matter how bumpy his landing. Maybe he should've gone hiking with Agathe the Aardvark instead of buzzing around with Bingo.



B is the theme for week two of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check it out here. Thank you much, ABCW team!



Monday, January 15, 2018

Tulips


Tulips. Coveted, desired. Fancy-pants flowers.

For the longest time, I thought of tulips as extravagant, more money than they were worth. Fragile wings. Closed-mouthed. Cold-hearted.

Once upon a time I worked part-time in an office where one spring a co-worker kept a vase of tulips on her desk.  Boringness. Then one day I happened to see a petal drop and noticed how vibrant and rich-colored the inside of the petal was. So amazingly different from its bland outer coat. I became a fan instantly. Everyday I watched the tulips unfold their true exotic and exciting depth of beauty.

Tulip Fever (2017)

The other day, the Husband and I watched Tulip Fever, a movie set in the 1600s in Amsterdam during the maniacal period of selling and buying tulips as a commodity. With one much-sought after tulip, a poor man could suddenly become rich and marry the love of his life, or at least run away with her should she happen to be married. Being too greedy, pushing the value of that same much-sought tulip to an absurdly high value, the rich may crash into poverty.

This movie is about two love stories: a wealthy man's wife and the artist who painted their portrait and the couple's servant and a fishmonger.  As Molly the Cat would ask if she were reviewing the movie: How was the tulip mania of this time a metaphor for the love stories? Why was it important for the mistress and the servant to work together to deceive the master? Is it still possible to have a happy ending when the bottom falls out?

When the deception and greed in the story got too intense for me, I pulled out my art journal to distract myself as I watched. What else to draw, but tulips.





Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Agathe the Aardvark


After Agathe the Aardvark sipped her apple cider, she ascended the Alpine foothills, aka the Prealps.

"Adieu, Antone," Agathe said to the apple cider bar attendant as she aimlessly walked away in her red boots and red pillbox hat.

Adorable is she, Agathe the Aardvark.


So begins the first week of Round 22 of ABC Wednesday. Check it out here. Thank you much, ABCW team!


Update:  Agathe and I are also participating in the Weekend Journal Page, hosted by Jesh at Artworks from Jesh StG. Check it out here.





Saturday, December 23, 2017

Imagine. . .



Hope it brought you a deep breath and a smile.

Enjoy!


Friday, December 8, 2017

Art Journaling


Today I'm sharing a couple of pages from my art journal which I started a few months ago. I keep this journal and a box full of colored pencils and pens and a heart-shaped box of crayons near my seat in the living room. The journal gets opened at night when I'm not interested much in what's on TV or when I suddenly get a yen to draw and color something.

Lately, for reasons unknown to me, elephants have been finding their way out of my imagination. I draw them on paper. I paint them on plates. I'm considering creating an elephant figure out of some of the chicken wire in the backyard.

Freida is the name of the elephant up there in the photo. The Husband named her. Freida is a cutie with her curly bangs, red hoofs, and red ribbon. I wonder what kind of adventures she has been on.


The singing gourds in my drawing were modeled on two dried gourds that Godmother Pat and Darling Jenn painted for us at our #21 anniversary party in September. See the lovely gourds in the background?

The Husband asked me last night, "What's the story about the singing gourds?"

They remind me of the Von Trapp Family. Remember The Sound of Music—"The hills are alive with the sound of music. . ." la, la, la, laaaaa. 

By the way the gourds were grown by the Mama. When gourds are young and green, they're delicious to eat in a soup or stew. The Mama always dried a few of the gourds for seeds. That's why the gourds sport holes. Rather than throw the gourds away, she kept them in hopes that I would paint them. When I was a teenager, I painted a gourd dark blue, giving it a red bow tie and buttons. The Mama turned it into a piggy bank. Every time I happened to be with her when she put coins into the bank, she'd say, "Paint some more." I started on one this morning.

I'm hooking this post up with a new meme called Weekend Journal Page hosted by Jesh of Artworks from JeshStG.





Saturday, December 2, 2017

Damnzel the Elephant


Damnzel furiously trumpets at the heartless and selfish Republicans in Congress. They've sold their souls to Evil, which is putting it kindly.



Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Glitter Beach


This drawing started with some free styling with glitter pens. La la la. . . 
 
A couple weeks later I pulled out the crayons.

Yesterday I took a photo of the drawing and played with it in Photoshop.  Voila!

Now to find space for the drawing on the refrigerator.





Saturday, October 28, 2017

I Drew a Sunflower


Lately my hands have been itchy to draw. The other evening it began with the desire to draw a sunflower. Instead of drawing an imaginary one, I got off the couch and went and plucked a wilted sunflower from a two-week bouquet in the kitchen. I checked out the flower's structure, counted its petals, and took a good long hard look at it.

I sketched a sunflower head with 32 petals (more or less, I lost count in the 20s), shaded in the petals with colored pencils, didn't like the result, and went searching for the crayons. Before I knew it the sunflower got a stem and leaves. . .and a setting!



Friday, June 16, 2017

Rustiness


Rusty nails.

Rusty rust.

Rusty stringing-words-into-sentences-into-paragraphs-into-stories.

I'll get there. Again. 



Thursday, April 20, 2017

Okey-Dokey


"Tell me everything will be all right," I said to the Husband.

"Everything will be all right," he said.

I like to be reassured now and then.

Molly the Cat looked over at me. "Everything will be Okay, Lady." Purrrrrrrrrrr.



It's a day late for ABC Wednesday. Better late than never. Click here to check out the participants. Thanks, ABCW team! 

Oh, the theme this week is the letter O.
 

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Zabaglione, Molly?


"No, thank you. Zabaglione is not for me," said Molly the Cat. Very politely too. Missy waited patiently by her little table. That's one of the ways she lets us know that she's ready for a meal.

Yup. Our darling spoiled feline has a table, which is actually a small cheese board, placed sweetly upon a placemat. Molly likes to keep a few of her balls nearby.

Zort, as Pinky of "Pinky and the Brain" would say.

It's the letter Z at ABC Wednesday. Another end of a round, thank you very much ABCW team. Want to join in and/or check out the other Z participants?  Click here then. 



Wednesday, November 16, 2016

A Simply Stunning Surprise


Wowza!

I planned on writing something serious today about current events, but then I received wonderful news this morning that I want to share. It was the first email message I saw when I opened my mailbox.  Giggle, giggle.

First some background.  Are you familiar with the Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes series by Laurie R. King? This is one of the few series that I keep up with. In a nutshell, in case you're not, Mary, the wife of Sherlock, is the main character in the series. Mary goes from being Sherlock's apprentice to his equal partner in marriage and detection.  Together, they resolve situations for clients and Sherlock's brother who is in the deepest of deep English intelligence, as well as for themselves. The time frame for their adventures is the late 1910s and 1920s. For more about the series, click here.

So, what's my news? 

Last month I entered that drawing above of Mary and Sherlock on a hillside in Laurie R. King recent fan art contest. It's my interpretation of Sherlock and Mary in their first years together. Sherlock and Mary discuss a case while the apprentice practices her juggling, a skill that she shall use when she is in disguise as a gypsy or other vagabond. Sherlock smoking his pipe is a sign that he is focused on making sense out of the clues that have revealed themselves.

Yes, the news.  I won First Runner Up in the Contest! The announcement is here. Whooo-hooo!

It's the first time I ever placed in an art contest. Wowza!


We're up to the letter S in ABC Wednesday, thank you very much ABCW team. To join in and/or check out the participants, please click here.
 

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

I Kid You Not. Just


Just kidding around.

Just feeling like a kid again.

Just who do you think you're kidding?

Just a punk kid.

What's just that, kid?

Just a new kid on the block.

Just saying, "Hi, Kid!"

The kid just said, "Bleeeet."

Just handle with kid gloves. Handle just with kid gloves. Handle with just kid gloves. Handle with kid gloves—just.

What are ya? Just some kind of whiz kid?

Just kidding aside.

Yup. I drew a picture of just how I recall my small barefoot kid self.


J is this week's letter for ABC Wednesday. Click here to read other J-themed posts by blogger from around the world.  Thank you, ABCW team!!

P. S. Uhm, I thought this week was the letter K. Like how I just barely put the post back on the right track? 

Monday, August 22, 2016

A Sloth Who Likes to Read


"Stop reading," ordered the Mama. "Go outside."

I'd probably been lying on the bed reading for three or four hours that sunny summer weekend afternoon. I was probably 12 years old.

That's what the Mama got for buying me a bed with a bookcase headboard. It was packed full with paperback books that I purchased from the monthly Scholastic book catalog during the school year. Three or four dollars bought me a lot of books back then. I shall always be grateful the Mama and the Daddy let me buy so many, and for leaving me alone to read the books over and over most of the time.

Reading was my favorite thing to do in summer, followed by riding bicycles, watching movies, and eating. Except for the bicycle riding, I seem to have slipped back into my once-upon-a-time summer routine. I'm not getting much done, I admit. And, yes, my clothes are feeling snug. Again.

I really do need to urge me to step outside and do something. There's still time today to water the flowers in the backyard, or pick up all the apples and lemons that have dropped off the trees, or rake the leaves, or put everything back in the shed, or . . . .

Maybe I'll take my book outside with me as incentive. After each thing I finish, I can read a chapter.

Yeah, right.

I'm a grown-up. First things, first. But, that could be reading.

Silly me, thinking I can bribe or shame myself into doing things.


Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Getting Her Jollies


Tweeeet! Tweeeeeet!

Translation:  Hurry, hurry! Get away, get away!

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp! Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp! Chirp, chirp, chirrrrrrrrrrp!

Translation: What was that? What does she want? I'm hungry! 

Molly the Cat smiles. Lips smack. Tail swishes.

Translation: Mmmmmmmmmmmm. 

Molly settles in the wet grass, beneath the bird feeder. She watches the feeder swing back and forth and listens to the rustling of leaves as the little birds make their way up the tree.

Not to worry little birds. Molly the Cat loves to stalk you, crouch low, and pounce towards the tree. That's it though. She has no idea that she's supposed to catch you.  She's merely getting her jollies for the morning.

Tweeet, tweet, chirpppp, chirrp, tweet!

Swishhhhhhh!


Molly the Cat and I are linking up with ABC Wednesday, hosted by Roger Green and the ABCW team. Click here to check out what other participants are writing about the letter J and/or to participate yourself.  


We're also hooking up with Warm Heart Wednesday, hosted by Jenny Matlock of Off on My Tangent. Click here to check our this other delightful weekly meme.


Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Boinggg. . . .!


Boing! Boing! Boing!

Its boingness is more so since I only drink it now and then. Boing! Boing! Boing!

Yesterday was my day of Boing! I brewed coffee for the Mama, the Husband, and me to sip as we ate old-fashioned doughnuts. Yummmmmmm.  Boing!


It's the letter B on ABC Wednesday, the weekly meme started by Mrs. Denise Nesbitt and continued today by Roger Green and his ABC Wednesday team. Click here to participate and/or to check out other participants.