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Henry got an invitation to be an office dog at Ducks Unlimited with his best friend yesterday (Meghan borrows him every so often, to his great delight), so I didn't have to rush to the dog park first thing for his playgroup.
I had also turned in my first draft of the graphic essay and was waiting on edits, so the timing was perfect. I had a slow breakfast/morning tea in my fuzzy bathrobe and sketched my newest teacup with an older Paris teapot and a photo of my grandmother and her parents on her wedding day that I'd pulled out for research for the family history part of the graphic essay. Then I went to Dixon, met up with my friend Christina to walk through the glorious blooming bulbs and wander through the show of American paintings together. She made me slow down
I had also turned in my first draft of the graphic essay and was waiting on edits, so the timing was perfect. I had a slow breakfast/morning tea in my fuzzy bathrobe and sketched my newest teacup with an older Paris teapot and a photo of my grandmother and her parents on her wedding day that I'd pulled out for research for the family history part of the graphic essay. Then I went to Dixon, met up with my friend Christina to walk through the glorious blooming bulbs and wander through the show of American paintings together. She made me slow down
and look at paintings I might otherwise have passed by, and I was so glad she could join me on the spur of the moment. I stayed behind to sketch a Grant Wood still life that I've fallen in love with. So unexpected from an artist I mostly know as the American Gothic dude. I love the curve and rich shadows behind the arrangement and the way the flowers reach right out of the frame. I could only use dry media (pencils and watercolor crayons without the water), but I had fun looking at it deeply enough to draw it even if I didn't quite match the lovely colors. (The photo also fails to do them justice.) I want to go back and sketch several more in this show as well.
Henry came home exhausted, as did I, so we snuggled into a fuzzy blanket and watched British tv and chatted with friends on the phone and knitted. A lovely birthday.
Henry came home exhausted, as did I, so we snuggled into a fuzzy blanket and watched British tv and chatted with friends on the phone and knitted. A lovely birthday.
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