wagonized

Wowed.

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.  

Seventy four ninety nine

I had not drawn a lady in a while.  The Saab 99s and 900s are still my favorite of them all.  

Pigma Micron and watercolor in sketchbook.

Mozambique smile

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).  

Pigma Micron in sketchbook.

Go figure

I wanted to do a quick draft of a portrait with a pen before drawing it with a pencil.  

I love my Pigma Micron 05.  

Putting classes on hold

We paused classes today at our school and watched the inauguration ceremony.  I was more in a mood to watch than to doodle my students watching.

Headphones as earmuffs

  

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.

Art room desk

I sat in the comp & design room for 30 minutes this morning and drew.  

This is my only drawing in a couple of days, and I had to resist the temptation to cross-hatch the crap out of it.  Pigma Micron.

The usual

We had a faculty meeting today and I spent it, as usual, doodling.  Poor Melissa, I made her look like a late-period Elvis, when she's actually a really pretty girl.  Darn.  The pen is unmerciful.  

Megan's little helper

Megan's cell phone was lying on the faculty room coffee table, so I started drawing it.  I colored it a little later, once I could get my hands on some colored pencils. 

Desacralizing the sketchbook

 

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 :-)