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Grappling

This is just an excerpt of a drawing I am making for the parents of a former student who just passed away.  She was a strikingly beautiful person and I am struggling to convey that with my graphite.  

New graduates and new pens

Last night was the graduation ceremony at our high school and the three main speeches were a good moment to sit down and doodle a bit.  Unfortunately, I didn't have a pen on me so I had to borrow my friend's.  It was a pleasantly smooth little ballpoint pen and the graduation program was offering just the right amount of tooth.  

Today, I bought some new Pilot pens and tried one out (a Pilot "B2P -- for "bottle to pen" -- whose plastic originates in recycled plastic bottles) in front of Tom's coffee mug while waiting for our food at the restaurant.  Added some Photoshop background to prevent it from being completely boring.  

 

"Crocs violettes"

I might as well have made this blog a shoe blog, for how many shoes I have been sketching lately.  We are two days away from our daughter's second birthday. Seeing her shoes lying around the house is the most powerful reminder of her presence.  Her shoes look like her.  She puts them on and takes them off.  She says their color and compares them to her Papa's or mine.  When she saw these for the first time, she declared "Crocs violettes!".  Pilot pen V7 and colored pencil in Nora's babylogue.

 

Extra protection

I had never drawn a car seat before, but today as I sat in my new car to do a rough sketch of the passenger seat, I realized I wouldn't want to do it again.  They're three-dimensional, the width changes everywhere and so does the thickness.  I have asked my Mom to fashion one of her home-made quilts into a seat cover -- based on my ghetto dimensions. 

Tommy can you see me

I had a few minutes to doodle at school today.  Pilot pen V5 and colored pencil in sketchbook.