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I haven't been good about posting things I made lately. At least I can't remember. Earlier I posted some clay bits I was working on....
And here it is finished:
And I made my second owl...
Then this girl and her goblin.
Now I'm trying to work on a new book, but haven't felt excited about it until all of the sudden the other day. This will be the cover (I'll put the title at the top later)...
When I go look at children's books at the store I realize I'm so horribly out-dated, drawing in ink. Everyone is using computers, and there are a few really creative watercolor or paper cut-outs. Not that I need to fit in that world, as kids don't read my books, but I just seem old and stubborn.
Truth is, for a really long time my work day has been on the computer, and that's enough. Real pencils touching real paper is still the same treat as it was in kindergarten, only I really hated those big fat beginner pencils with a really dull lead...Oh, and that horrible newsprint paper in the Big Chief paper pads. Blech... And crayons. I hated crayons so much...
It's officially already too hot to walk anywhere, and my advice is to not wear flip-flops for your trek. When you find yourself baking and wanting to speed up the route to safety, the awkwardness of flip-flops becomes the difference between life and death.
Angus is nuts about balls and balloons. Obsessed. Chews and slobbers and rolls them around until he's filthy and about to heatstroke. When the ball is taken away he will cry about it and look for it the rest of the day.
He was delighted to find a stray soccer ball in the back yard this morning. I don't know if the neighbor gave it to him or if a kid tossed it over on accident, so I threw it back over the fence before Angus destroyed it. Then Angus spent the whole morning by the fence, moaning and obsessing. Every time I went outside he stared at me with anticipation, then disappointment.
His day is ruined.
Mmmm. Paper is delicious.
On a separate note... I sure hate to give up my LiveJournal account after all these years, but I get spam from it about five times a day. And it takes five or six tries to upload a photo because of so many errors, glitches, and some days I just give up. This site doesn't seem to do much maintenance.
I know it's just one of those stupid images that get passed around, but I like to think sometimes they are from a real event where things happened that should not normally be able to happen. Like cats dancing with a group of people and knowing to face the camera.
These cats were watching from the side table with the cheese and crackers, and one said to the other, "I feel like cutting a rug." They weren't even drunk at the time.
Painted version:
Framed tiny pic...
I need adult supervision at the art table. Or maybe a bowl of positive-reinforcement fortune cookies with messages like:
Keep going.
Don't throw that away.
That doesn't suck as bad as you think it does.
Don't give up -- there's a 65% chance it will look a lot better when it's done.
If you accomplish something today you will be less suicidal.
Painting will soothe the evil beast that is the hidden half of your soul.
There is no meaning in life, but drawing will distract you enough to keep from going crazy.
You might as well paint something -- it's not like you need the time to cure world hunger.
Do this or go back to school and learn a real skill.
As we walked up to the building from behind I noticed there is an open grassy area with this cute smaller building, so I wanted to go over and take a picture.
On the way to it, and probably for a few minutes after we reached it, I was talking about a horror movie called "Pig Hunt" that is coming on tv tonight. I'm rambling, "It's supposed to be kind of funny and stupid and full of boobs and shit...Hey...shit...I can't work this camera. I'm so fucking stupid. Stupid fucking camera."
Then I step forward to actually take the pic and notice a woman kneeling behind one of the pillars. And then I notice what is a MEMORIAL plaque.
So I've been standing there cursing in front of a little memorial area, and I need to wash my filthy mouth out with soap. I'm terrible.
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.Can't wait to paint and see if I can get that big fat head to sit on that little neck permanently.
