I worked on this one on Saturday morning and finished it up this evening. It is a far cry from where it began which was a crazy squiggle of a vase and glasses in ink. It ended up being an oil painting. You just never know what's going to emerge from the page and your paintbrush.
I was drawing this in a truck both in daylight and holding a small flashlight in my left hand (I was NOT the driver!) in the dark driving through Chicago. That's how dedicated I am...well, for now ha!)...in trying to get a drawing done a day. This one is in colored pencils, which I rarely use solely in a creation, but it was portable and wouldn't splatter while going over pot holes, so there you go.
Finally Friday! It was a busy, busy week, and I am tired and ready for the weekend. Our sunny day turned into a rainy one, although that's no bad turn of events in my book. I happen to love the rain and grey days. I have a friend's big birthday celebration in Chicago tomorrow with a Mariachi band and a salsa instructor--fun!--so I'm going to rest up, have the slow-cooked pork roast in chiles and lime that has been simmering away in my crock-pot, and leave you with this drawing of a woman in a a state of disbelief. Have a great weekend people!
During college, I worked at a Kinko's Copy Shop. Ah, yes, Kinko's! I actually had a lot of fun at that job. I usually worked the late shift, sleeping until 11, going in at 1 p.m. and getting off in 10 p.m. A friend at the time worked on a school newspaper, and when she would get off, we would drive 2 hours for a piece of pie or to see a band. Sometimes we'd get home at 6 a.m., but it was all worth it, driving through that midnight air and darkness with the radio blasting!
I digress! Anyway, the Kinko's gig was good at the time, but that paper cutter always freaked me out! I always thought I would accidentally stop thinking about what I was doing, and then suddenly cut off all of my fingers. Luckily that never happened, but to this day, those machines seem to be the penultimate of a potential--unintentional--bloodbath! Not sure what got me thinking on that train of thought, but here you go.
Don't you think real moms look like this? They're tired, exhausted even. They have aged, but still feel feminine. Especially when they're woken up early on Mother's Day and given a bouquet of flowers. I imagine they think that it's all worth it.
Fabrizio took a vow to follow in the fastidious footsteps of all the bespoke tailors and haute couture seamstresses who had sewn before him. “Do not fear the prick of the needle,” they whispered over his shoulder. “Beauty is worth everything.”
U.S. radio stations simulcast Prince's "Nothing Compares 2 U" 5/4/16 commemorating the line "it's been 7 hours and 13 days since you went away" because as of today, it has been. Still so sad. Here's country star Chris Stapleton paying his tribute, because of course when it comes to Prince, his influence affects all musical genres.