make more stuff
Till you drop!
You must work
Don’t stay home
Covid, what’s that?
You should be working
Making an effort
For goodness sake
Go get a job
That’s what they want us to be
Poverty pushes you
Out of the door
Into the grip
Of illness and more..
And if that’s the case
Covid free, we will never be!
This is my 358th continuous day of posting on WordPress. I almost did it before a couple of times, but for whatever reason I crashed back to zero… I hope I can do it this time! Is there a reward for posting every day that we have travelled round the sun? Almost the length of time there has been covid19 in the world? Is it a milestone or a curse being on line every day. I guess it means I haven’t been away on holiday where there was no WiFi… I’m tempting fate!
My arm and hand (left) keep wobbling and shaking. I think it’s because I’ve got muscle wasting, which is because od my frozen shoulder…. If you watch a kestrel hovering it’s body is buffeted by the wind but its head stays still. My hand is not like that! My hand shakes and I stab at my phone keyboard. Half the time I miss and hit the wrong letters. This has got to get better. The tension in my shoulders is like the weight of the world…. Why do I have to hold it up?
Take a pencil a pen or a brush. Without looking at the paper, start drawing what you can see. Try and make one continuous line….
Try not to laugh out loud when you see the result!
An exercise I’ve got to do for college. This was a practice run.
I’m in an Group called Orme Art and we did a winter challenge to take squares and copy a Bonnard painting. This was the result…
I’m not sure how many people did this as a few did more than one, but it’s interesting to focus in and see the different techniques used, from felt pens to pencils and paints….
A digital drawing from four years ago..
Oh fish where did you go?
Four years missing-
Then you appear again!
I forgot how I drew you
And your fishy friend
But you turned up in memories
That seems to happen in the end…
Now I’ve netted you both
And I’m showing you off
My little piscine friend
And your little cousin, Jeff!
Laboratory was the #30daysketchbookchallenge for today. I decided to draw some glass vessels full of coloured liquids. I suppose that’s the stereotypical image people have of the equipment in laboratories, but they come in all sorts of types, for physics, chemistry, biology, geology, archeology, with lasers, scanning electron microscopes, x-ray machines, burettes and pipettes….. So much to find out about the world around us…
What on earth do you draw? I tried to think, but dreams are so ephemeral and hard to remember. They are fantastical and sometimes full of bizarre images. But I decided to draw a simple dream of a cat scooping up a fish… Hopefully it falls plop! Back into the pond!
When you draw a face there are lots of tools to help. One I think of is using the width of the person’s eyes. It is not always right but it gives you an idea… All this is approximate…
One eye width between the eyes..
Two eye width for length of nose
Two eye widths for width of mouth
Three eye widths centre of eye to corner of mouth.
And one eye width from bottom of mouth to chin….
One eye width for bottom of nose.
Also if you draw a line down from the centre of the pupil it should hit the corner of the mouth.
Remember, this is just approximate. It depends on the face you are drawing, not measurements. Everyone is different! Also if you look closely faces are lopsided. One side of a face is often bigger than the other!
Where do I go? Where do I fit in? I’m twice as big as your other two cats hooman and yet they are my bosses! They sniff me and check me out. But if I sniff back they don’t like it. Sometimes I raise my paw to say no. But you tell me off hooman.
I sleep on your bed now cos I sort of trust you. And sometimes I sneak up on your chair or climb on your chest. Then I tuck my paws under to keep warm. You tickle my chin and I stretch a paw out to touch your hand and reassure myself. Tonight I’m sitting between you and the other hooman. I’m purring but still a bit nervous. Will you be going to bed soon? I’ll sit between you but if the other hooman with the big heavy paws strokes me too hard I will get off and go back outside for an hour. You are gentle and don’t bother me. But if you don’t love me enough I will get up and go out again… Decisions…. But first, a snack…