Can't believe how long it has been since I wrote something here. In spite of my denial and reassurances-to-self, apparently my (second) breast cancer diagnosis has been distracting, depressing and, in a way, debilitating.
It is more of a challenge than usual to keep to a routine, whether it be housekeeping, laundry, drawing or writing.
But no REAL worries, either. I've been down this road before and survived the trip. In fact this trip should be easier because there isn't anybody who is recommending chemo! "Yay! She keeps her hair and the vanity about it!"
I am going to try to fore go making any more excuses. It is what it is and I am what I am, or as my adopted Latin motto has been for decades: SUM QUOD SUM.
The day after I had my partial mastectomy was the start of Sketchbook Skool, an online sketching/art/drawing class. I catch up only to find that I've fallen behind. But here are most of the sketches I did in the last couple of weeks.
Brenda Swenson was the instructor one week. She believes in decorative borders, watercolor over ink and continuous contour drawings. I like this pitcher best when I am confident it is completely full of lemonade. At least I tend to see it as half full rather than half empty... except of course, when it is TOTALLY empty like here... so that the cat won't try to drink out of it and tip it over or break it. I think this pitcher is older than I am. OMG: An antique! One of the few "treasures" I snatched from my childhood home when my father was disposing of his earthly goods....
My stitch-n-bitch group meets on Sunday evenings at Starbucks. I was the only one who showed up last week, so I sketched instead. People waiting for service stand still ALMOST long enough to "capture."
This week's Sketchbook Skool instructor wanted to emphasize that you don't need fancy materials to doodle and sketch, so she assigned us a ball-point pen drawing. I started this at the eye doctor's office. We were told unceremoniously that the doctor we've been seeing for two years moved to a different firm in Manchester, NH. I'm upset. Would you drive an extra 40 minutes to stay with a professional you really liked?
Let me know your thinking in the comments.
My husband was sweet enough to read another few pages in his book while I finished the outline of the furniture. It took several episodes of Hell on Wheels (AMC) for me to add the red cross-hatching and textures.
I'm thinking that the materials probably cost about $5.00 (assuming the jewelry is from China/Walmart or Michaels), but they were priced at $155.00. Granted, the craftsmanship was excellent... but the entrepreneurship was the most amazing part. I bet they'll sell to the museum crowd, too.