Today’s sketch is from a photo I took at the Texas Disposal System’s Exotic Game Ranch: an Eld’s Deer.
Sketch 002, Eld’s Deer
Today’s sketch is from a photo I took at the Texas Disposal System’s Exotic Game Ranch: an Eld’s Deer.
Sketch 002, Eld’s Deer
My friend Judy has a rock tumbler. My hubby gathered some rocks for her and look how they turned out!
Over at One Drawing Daily, Thomas has posted his art work day after day after day. He set a goal and he is accomplishing it: one drawing daily. He enjoys creating and sharing his art. He recently issued a challenge: Why don’t YOU start drawing everyday? I’ve tried it — drawing daily, that is. I got to Day 17 and then somehow “forgot” to keep going. I can’t remember what else I turned my attention to, though. I need to keep in mind a quote by David Allen: You can do anything, but not everything. Art (drawing) is one thing I want to do and that means that I need to do more of it to improve. So I’ll try it again, that Drawing Daily thing. I’ll see how long it takes to turn into Drawing Occasionally. I’m not sure how often I’ll post photos of my drawings, but maybe some will be good enough for the blog. My first effort this time around is a sketch of a Finial in the Form of a Parrot at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Their collection has items that are so much more interesting than the ceramic mugs in my cupboard.
As with all my sketches, I got to the point where I couldn’t figure out what to correct, so I stopped fiddlin’ with it. (A highly technical art term: fiddlin’.)
Sketch 001: Finial in the Form of a Parrot from the Metropolitan Museum of Art
Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Off and On
“I can do it!” Nine-year-old Morris was adamant. “Okay, Pipsqueak,” his uncle said, “get the extension cord from the house.”
Morris leapt up and ran inside to the hall closet, removing the extension cord from the ironing board. Running back to the shed, he repeated his uncle’s instructions for the switches with each step: Off, Off, On. Off, Off, On. He’d show his uncle what a good helper he was.
Morris stumbled, picked himself up and continued: On, Off, On. On, Off, On. Morris arrived at the wall with the outlet. Off, On, On. Or was it On, On, Off?
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A peaceful corner at Chapel Dulcinea.