Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Baby Shower Invitation


My sister comissioned me to do original artwork for a baby shower invitation. She wanted it 8.5" x 11" and "soft." Eeek! That meant I couldn't have any of my beloved ink lines. I'd have to do it on watercolor paper (Eeek!) which I fight with every time I use it.

Sigh.

It was major stress for me.

The design concept was stuffed animals on a baby blanket. Most of the page was a field of pink for the text. The blanket hem showed a little bit in the upper corners and the full way across the bottom. The bear and puppy were on the left margin and the bunny was on the right margin near the bottom.

I fought with the bear. He just didn't want to be the way I wanted him to be. Arrggghhh! The puppy came out rather cute. I love, love, love the bunny.

The bear and puppy are about 2" tall and the bunny is 2.5" tall.

Total size 8.5" x 11"
Watercolors on 90 lb (185 gsm) Canson cold-press watercolor paper

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

A Very Old Memory

The first, last, and only time my mother took me to the movin' pitcher show we saw "Gone with the Wind." I was only nine or ten years old.

This is the closing scene right before intermission. (Yes, kiddies, they had intermissions in the middle of movies back in the Dark Ages.) Scarlett is roaming around in the fields bemoaning her fate. She spies a carrot that the Yankees haven't stolen and digs it up.

At this point the shot goes into silhouette and you see Scarlett's hands go to her mouth, then she quickly leans over and her head bobs and shoulders shake.

My nine-year-old brain couldn't quite process what exactly was going on and I was confused. I knew it would take longer than a quarter second to gnaw down a whole carrot. Then it looked like she was spitting it back out so the whole scene made no sense to me. Thus my question.

So, when the scene ends and the lights come up for intermission, I asked Mom, "I don't get it Momma. Did she eat the carrot?"

My mom, still staring ahead at the now blank screen, replied tersely, "She ate it hungrily." And that was all. Nothing else.

Hungrily. She distinctly enunciated each syllable like a caller at a spelling bee. Hungrily.

I thought that was a rather odd response to a nine-year-old.

That moment, frozen in time, has been lollygagging around in the back of my brain for lo these many years. On the rare occasion when the word 'hungrily' might have a reason to fire across my synapses, this scene flashes in my head.

Today was one of those days.



Process notes:
Found a clip of this scene on-line. Discovered when Scarlett delivers her line she is not holding the carrot, she is facing the camera in close-up (not looking away in a long shot as I remember), and the gnarly old tree is on the other side of her. Oh well, so my memory isn't so good. I am old and decrepit.

5 at 5


Journaling:

Hubby is afraid of sleeping through his alarm so he has five clocks set to go off at 5:00 am - three in the bedroom, one in the living room, and this wind-up one in the bathroom. All this in addition to a cat dancing on his chest wanting breakfast.

He claims he can't hear the alarms because his ears are buried in a fluffy pillow.

I think he's just getting old and deaf.

I try to get him to make going-to-bed noises about 8:00 pm, but oh no, he won't have any of that. He was up watching Hoarders at 9:30 last night.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Lizard Toast

Journaling:

A green anole in his death throes, belly up on the doormat. Another victim of Cheezburger the Porch Cat.

Cheezburger brings us the remains of his garden hunting expeditions. He leaves them on the doormat for us so I always have to watch where I step when I go outside.

If they aren't quite dead yet, Cheezy will drop them in his food dish for safekeeping until they stop kicking.

Hubby found this one in the food dish earlier. When I asked if he was still alive, Hubby said, "Naw, he's toast" and threw him back in the garden.

Cheezy apparently retrieved him and left him on the doormat, again.

I was going to bring him inside to draw, but then he twitched. I felt sorry for the little guy but he was too far gone to rescue.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Playing with Primaries

Journaling:

The arty bloggers are doing primary color wheels today - cool, warm, bright, & muted. I'd never considered which primaries I had in my paintbox or if they were cool or warm. I just paint with the colors that make my soul sing.

These are my options for primary colors. I'm not sure Burnt Sienna is a red but I always refer to it as Brick Red.

I can see some combos I like:
RSA - BSA - IND
GAM - SCL - CER

The cool colors just don't melt my butter much.


(On the RSA BSA IND color wheel)
This didn't turn out very well. There's not enough contrast between RSA & BSA. Neither mixed well with IND.

(On the PLY MAG UML wheel)
These mixed well but the palette doesn't thrill me.

(On the GAM SCL CER wheel)
Love this warm palette but CER - SCL doesn't mix. Mud, mud, mud.
GAM - SCL makes a fab orange.

Hearts for these combos:
RSA - IND
BSA - UMB
RSA - CEL; I like the greens but it would make a weird neutral.

Raspberries for these combos:
RSA - UMB
RSA - WVT
BSA - WVT

(In the middle)
Playing with paints seeing what I might learn. Not quite sure what I'm doing. Kinda gave up in frustration because I don't really get the point of color wheels. Then again, maybe I do.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving Day at the Farm

Journaling:

Lots of good food and family. Lots to be thankful for. Started the day with pie...ended the day with pie. 5 pies - 10 people - do the math. I'm very thankful for pie.

We came for the pie, we ate the pie, and, thankfully, we did NOT take pie home.

Between supper and seconds the men disappeared throughout the house to take a nap. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, the women gathered in the living room to talk about the men.



Sissy was snuggled in an afghan fighting the Nap Monster. I fetched my sketchbook thinking I would have an oblivious sketch target in a few minutes. Everybody laughed when they realized what I was doing and woke her up, dangit.

She wouldn't let me sketch her whole lovely self, so I had to settle for her legs and her itty bitty feetsies.

Yep, Size 6 is itty bitty. I wear Size 9. There's no fear of me tipping over.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Red Cat


This was supposed to be an orange cat but it got away from me. This is one of those instances where "it looked better 20 minutes ago."

Sigh.

This was also supposed to be more primative but I seem to have an addiction to shading and perspective. Now it's a weird mishmash of styles.

Le sigh.

If I could delete the red cat and the lamp it would be a pretty cute little sketch.

Oh well, it was just an experiment anyway.

Markers in big leather sketchbook

Doodle 11-24-09


What I do late at night when I want to draw but my brain is tired.

Black Sharpie writing pen
Colored Sharpies
Colored Sharpie Highlighters
Square Hand*Book Journal