New paintings and regular art updates.
Today’s #30daysketchbookchallenge prompt was back to school so I did this…
Can anyone remember having to do lines? I know I used to write with three pens, but I think I was just playing after seeing the idea in a comic like the Beano or Dandy….
Times are changing. When I drew this more than ten years ago I never imagined there would be a female Vice President in the United States, but Camalla Harris has just been inaugurated. It is another step on the change in society that has happened in the twentieth and now the twenty first century. The Suffragets would be amazed and, I hope, pleased.
As for the 46th President of the United States, I hope he presides over a safer country. A kind country. Perhaps a country that dumps fake news generated by spin doctors and naysayers’. A healthier country and a healthier world. As a bystander across the pond I can only wish you well…
#30daysketchbookchallenge, jewellery. Struggled to draw the tiny beads on this necklace. I was trying to make it look realistic, I’m not sure I did and the photo is a bit blurry.
Used pencils, felt pens and coloured pencils to produce this.
Redo with metallic paints and better photo…
Today’s prompt for day five of #MendNotTrend was calm, do I tried to draw a mandala to meditate to, (not a corona virus!)
Two variations. The top one reminds me of a patterned tile. Drawn in Sketch app. I feel a little bit calmer.
It’s raining heavily in the UK, but that didn’t wake me up. No it was my hubby getting up and making a pot of tea at four am. Then the cat wanted to go out at four thirty. I came downstairs to make a cup of coffee at five. Then as I was deciding whether to snack on a few olives left over in the fridge one of my paintings fell off the wall on the stairs, it came crashing down and shook me up a bit. I checked it over and its OK. But the string had worn through. I think hubby must brush past it on the stairs so I’ve restrung it with some wire this time.
Now I’ve had my coffee (decaff). I’m wondering whether to call the outside cat back inside. There is a forecast for rain turning to snow and ice later in the week…… I’m listening to the news on the radio. Train lines are blocked and flooded….. Do I go on… And they are talking about the end of the Trump era….. Life goes on.
Playing with colour and pattern. I drew this in the Sketch app then used a rainbow flood fill option in the same app and then used photodirector. Finally I put them together in the Layout app.
I like the colours on the drawn lines when I flood filled them. They remind me of Mandalas.
See that shining light? Thats the Sun, so bright.
Reflected shadows and bright highlights, a firy beacon beyond the horizon. It rose eight minutes ago. But light is not infinitley fast, and so it takes that time to travel the 93 million miles or so to get here. If you could hear the Sun sizzle the sound would take hours or even days, as the speed of sound is far slower ( thats why lightening always flashes first and then the rumble follows). But sound doesnt travel through a vaccuum. I get so irritated with Sci-fi films. Outside in space- no one can hear you scream… you need an atmosphere to hear, as molecules bump into other molecules and sound propagates…. soundwaves make your eardrums vibrate and tiny bones send that movement to your brain…
Sizzle on Sun, silently….
Sweet and cheeky
She sits atop her post
Paws and claws
Sitting watching
The birds outside
Feed on the feeders
On the fence.
She stays inside
And is the queen
Of all she
Surveys.
On my Facebook memories. One of our old cats plus a painting I did of him. I can’t help but notice the similarity between him and our outdoor cat.
Cats come and go, but most of the ones we have had have been black and white ‘tuxedo cats’.
Why? Most of our cats were strays or rescue cats when we got them. Perhaps there is a cat family in the area, maybe they have the same antecedents? Certainly this cat could be the father of our new cat, or related in some way. I’m glad they came to us and sad that we lost this one. He passed away about nine years ago and might have been poisoned by antifreeze. He went missing and when we found him he was already dead. Such a shock. I miss him.
I miss my Mom, its been around ten years since she died, but I often wish I could just phone her up for advice. I did a painting of her in 2008 and I just did this sketch from it. I can see so many mistakes. I need to set an easle up. Trying to draw while holding the painting… Tired arms…
The best thing are her eyes, they are right…
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