Out of the Blue

I think I've discovered something...the angle that I'm drawing at, or rather the angle my drawings/paintings turn out like (bad sentence structure, I know) is due to the way I'm drawing at my desk.  I have a huge, oversized easel, but instead I'm drawing in a tiny space, lying my canvas or paper over bottles and tubes, a mini-7UP can, mounting tape, splintered popcicle sticks, whatever! 

Actually, maybe this is just an excuse, and I'm just a lopsided creator! ha!  Anyway, I'll just keep sticking to my own style--these portraits feel more alive to me, somehow, in their "skewness."

Spent lots of time on this one--gouache, ink, acrylic, pastel, oil stick--just kept adding to her.

Look how my different camera-angle taking gave this chiquita a completely different look. 

 

Different angle:

 

 

Here's how this picture started.  I accidentally rolled over a pastel stick and crushed it into my wooden floor.  Rather than waste such a precious material, I smeared it on various pieces of paper.  That's how this painting began.

 

 

Day 240. Turning Into A Broccoli Stalk

Just because Ron talked out of one side of his mouth and behind his hand, people could still hear him.  When he complained, "there are so many broccoli stalks in this soup I'm becoming one," we cringed at his rudeness.  Luckily the cafeteria lady was quite deaf; she had gone to a lot of Jefferson Airplane concerts in her youth.  Plus, Ronnie was funny, had perfectly aligned teeth in his lopsided mouth, and he quipped without true malice.  He did look like he was turning a little green, too.

We forgave him.