Small White Pitcher in Charcoal

After another class session on ellipses (How hard can they be? hahaha), I came home and later sketched this small white pitcher.

A small white pitcher sketched in charcoal

I still struggle with sketching handles

I bought this pitcher Sunday afternoon. I thought it would present a challenge for me to sketch and, yes, it did.

The sketching object: a small white pitcher

Nice shape

A photo of the charcoal sketch and the sketching object (the pitcher) together

All together now

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All my time spent on ellipses was in preparation to sketch the starfish. The point of all this was to learn about foreshortening. I’m ready to revisit the tone course in my next class.

A blurry photo of a starfish charcoal sketch

A blurry starfish sketch

The starfish being sketched

The elusive starfish

Still Life in Charcoal 02

A still life composition sketched in charcoal: a blue vase, a white pitcher and an apple

Two new shapes: the vase and the pitcher

Hmm, in my sketch it looks as if the vase is leaning a bit. Somehow I couldn’t see that while I was sketchnig or even when I took the photo. I only saw it when I copied the photo to my computer and looked at it on the big screen. Not to worry, I’ll be sketching it again and again and again.

The still life objects: the vase, the pitcher, the apple

The still life trio

Still Life In Charcoal 02

Fiction Friday: The Gift Shop

The Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.

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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Walking to an interview, Barb’s nose started to bleed. “Sit, sit,” she heard, as someone grabbed her elbow, guiding her to a chair in a gift shop. She looked up; an old Korean man offered her a towel.

Soon, the bleeding stopped. The man put a silk scarf in her hands. “You take, bring back,” he insisted. It completely hid the stains on her blouse.

Retracing her steps after the interview, Barb stood over her own dried blood on the sidewalk, from earlier. Only no gift shop was there. She touched the scarf, in silent wonder.

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