Pants. Worn in the plural form in English and in the singular form in French. My drawing buddy Megan and I didn't set aside much time to draw today so I came up a little short of a blog-worthy drawing. But heck, I am posting it anyway. Pigma Micron 05 in my new sketchbook.
It was hard to take this little car from my daughter's hands tonight -- she played with it all day and wanted to take it in the bath with her. This is the first time I have drawn a car whose model/make I have no clue about. It's a character from the movie "Cars 2" -- it would help if I had seen it. I personally get a kick out of those fender-mounted rear-view mirrors. How irresistibly retro and probably not too aerodynamic -- but who cares, this little guy flew across the kitchen floor like a champ today.
It's not often that I get our daughter to smile for a photograph. As soon as I pull out the SLR, she puts her serious face on. It's amazing how much I see my own sister when she smiles. B graphite in sketchbook.
My drawing buddy Megan and I cleared an hour from our respective schedules and sat in the library of our school today -- initially to overcome our fear of drawing large spaces. But I ended up drawing what was in front of our table: Robin's cart. Megan, feeling a little more adventurous, tackled the corner of the central counter. These little sessions are a refreshing change of pace in my week.
Pigma Micron 08 on the back of some xeroxed handout.
I haven't drawn anything in days -- bronchitis, lack of energy, blah. Next thing I know I am uninspired. I could not even heed Michael Nobbs's positive exhortations. But today our daughter Nora played with this old belt of mine and as it sat there after I put her to bed, I found it a bit symbolic. The belt that holds it all together at long last. Kind of the way I feel now after three weeks of antibiotics, cough, dizziness and approximate doodles with Crayola markers. A little more together. B2P pen in "babylogue" Moleskine.