I just noticed that the outside cat (seen here inside) is almost as big as my trumpet case. This gives you an idea of the scale of him! He’s got used to knocking on the cat flap now. He could walk through it as we have it set to coming in only, but I think he would struggle to squeeze through!
Tonight he was lying on the two arms of our armchair, on a cushion placed between the arms. He had his paws and his face on my hand. He was dreaming and his head and ears were twitching, his claws stuck in my hand at one stage. Then he woke up and went to the back door. He only stays in for a couple of hours, unless he’s deeply asleep. No doubt he will be back in an hour or so.
I just decide to add a couple of medium chillies to my curry. I remembered to deseed them and chop them up finely. Put them in the curry and then finely diced an onion…. Oops I’d forgotten to rince my hands, now they are burning! Note to self, rinse or ouch!
Today’s prompt for #bandofsketchers was a drawing of a body part, so I chose to draw my hand, drawing the sketch! I’ve seen other drawings where a person has drawn their hand and a sketch pad balanced on their crossed legs. Adding the shadow of my pen and my hand on the sketchbook to try and indicate this is a sketch, also not completing the line at the base of the box. When I do a sketch like this I have to try and think logically about how it works, what it’s meant to indicate and whether I need to include all the details or if I can leave some more sketchy.
Washing my hands regularly, using sanitiser, washing up liquid. I try and use moisturiser but it doesn’t help. I keep going with it though. I really want my hand to heal. But every time I wash up, even with gloves, makes it bad again. It started on my little finger and spread. I’m fed up with it. Been going on for months.
Ow, washing my hands all the time, washing up, cleaning, my hand, particularly my right one is getting very sore. I use the mildest of detergents, but something in them makes my skin bubble up and peel.
I try using hand cream but it doesn’t help much. I wonder what I can do. Find something with aloe Vera? Or coconut milk? I need something. I can’t use steroid cream. Sorry to moan!
I have a very complex, photo shopped picture of my hand I did years ago on my mantlepiece. But for my drawing today I changed it to a more colourful pattern and made it slightly more abstract. I’ve seen pendants with two thumbs, I’m not sure of the significance of the symbol, so I will try and find out.
I really need to paint. Get past this feeling of dread and give myself freedom to do things again!
The finger and the nose never touched. This is two photos, joined together, then I’ve drawn over the background and blurred it. I got my hubby to hold his hand out, a bit like in the painting of Adam and God’s hands in the Sistine Chapel, then I got my cat to sniff my hand, but I specifically wanted a male hand, so I’ve cropped the two together. I’ve blurred the background to look like clouds (and hide the messy background). I’m just wondering now if it’s gone a bit ‘ET phone home’?
The pale blue is where I drew a line. I tried to flood fill the background, but it didn’t work well. Anyway it’s almost 3.30am, so enough experimenting. Goodnight all.
Silly drawing, but where does the phrase come from….? People use this symbol to mean they agree with you, or to ‘thumb a lift’ when they are hitch hiking… Thumbs have been raised for decades. There was a TV programme in the seventies where the main character would put his thumbs up to show he was happy. Even Facebook uses it as their like symbol. So where does it spring from? Anyone know?
So many years ago, 2003 was when I did this art work. The hand print was a photocopy of my hand I think. Then I used photoshop to add colours using flood fill and a drawing tool. Finally I used one of the texture tools to break the image up into shards.
16 years on its at my studio at Spode. I really want to do more experimental stuff. I have been trying to get in the front room where my computer is but it’s full of my partners train stuff which I don’t want to move.
Life can be complicated. You have to have give and take. That’s what my lifeline was shining I guess (although I don’t believe in that kind of thing).