I tried to post these less-than exciting little doodles yesterday, but Typepad was not letting it happen.
Thursday and Friday were two eventful days for Tom and me: the former was our appointment at the Homeland Security office for my adjustment of immigration status and the latter was spent between the doctor's office and the hospital for my last (if everything goes well) ultrasound. I got to see all the parts of our baby in details -- I was floored. Thrilled. Moved. Wowed.
If this is another "draft-before-the-pencil-version" drawings, I don't think it'll go much further -- just like the previous one I did. I've discovered the photographs of Icelander Gunnar Salvarsson and drawing from his photographs with the Pigma Micron is great fun (despite the unshakable guilt I feel for relying on someone else's vision -- I can't help it).
I haven't drawn much in the past couple of days, and it's not like I have a valid excuse for it. I am going through a bit of an uninspired spell, to say the least. Unlike the snow on my newly cut leg warmers (I sacrificed an old Thrift Store-bound sweater by cutting its sleeves off and wearing them around my calves and ankles), I can't seem to be able to shake that one off.
On another note, I am still giddy from hearing Bruce Springsteen singing This Land Is Your Land with Pete Seeger yesterday afternoon in Washington DC.
My friend Megan and I were having a discussion today over lunch about inspiration and how we have both been afflicted with a lack thereof lately. We agreed that the cure for it seems to reside in just drawing. Not making a big production out of it, not saving the nice Moleskine pages for the nicer drawings -- just draw what's there: our lunch, our boots, chairs, pens. Sitting there, having lunch and just drawing what was in front of us was liberating. Megan drew a chair, and I finished my sexy snow boots :-)