Showing posts with label daily moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daily moments. Show all posts

Thursday, April 15, 2010

My nature lovin' hoodie

Spot the blossom that Jake found and placed next to the dandelion flowers.

I'm not sure whether I should ink & colour this drawing, what do you think?


Wednesday, April 07, 2010

And here's one I made about two years ago...

A journal page I found from when Jake was still a tummy bump and we still had both our cats.


Flowering tea


Couldn't decide which version to post, so here are both.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Consumed

















I've been finding it very hard to focus lately.  My head's been boiling over with project ideas and things to do, and very little time to do them.  I feel as if I've been scrabbling around, scattering myself about, wasting my energy.  I'm reading 5 books at once, getting way too preoccupied with silly tasks and trying not to become overwhelmed with Jake's renewed bout of painful pooing and the fact that I'm supposed to be going back to work right after Easter.  When I had a chance to get a few hours to myself, I went into town and bought stuff I didn't really need.  It's a lifelong habit I've yet to break.  I need to get grounded, and shopping is not the answer.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Cuggles

My struggle with faces continues.  I did surprise myself drawing this though.  I laid down the first lines in pencil, and had to keep correcting the details of the faces.  Then, drawing over them in pen for the final draft, I instinctively made corrections without referring to the source photo and they were much more accurate than the pencil lines I'd drawn.  Still, need lots and lots and lots of practice.  Jake's expressions are especially hard to capture.  Damn his cuteness!

Monday, March 22, 2010

Friday, March 19, 2010

My first strip (comic that is)...

I've been working on this on and off for two days.  I managed to finish it tonight since Paul and Jake both went to bed uncharacteristically early.  After finishing my 100 Days project, I realised that this is what I want to do next.  It's going to be a lot more time consuming than taking 10 minutes a day to do an unplanned, spontaneous drawing.  It's going to take hard work and lots of practice, and I'm really looking forward to it.  I'm not going to be able to do one of these every day, but I would like to start up another 100 days project soon which will hopefully improve my drawing.  I think it will be about drawing faces or people every day, as that's something I really ♥ struggle ♥ with. 

I was going to learn to use the scanner at long last but discovered that my current sketchbook is larger than the scanner, so will have to keep on posting photos of drawings instead.  Click on the photo for a larger version.

I'm learning so would appreciate any comments, advice, suggestions for improvement.  Thank you!

Monday, March 15, 2010

Mummy, Marmite, Tomayto, Tomahto...

So this morning Jake started calling the Marmite Mummy.  I, however, remain "Daddy".  Hearing him sing, "Mummy, yummy, Mummy, yummy" now takes on a whole new meaning.  So I take comfort in the fact that he really loves Marmite.  (And I'm not going to correct people's "Awwwww"s if they ever hear him sing that song in public.)

Sunday, March 14, 2010

The wrong socks

When I woke up this morning, I realised I'd worn the wrong socks to bed.  Apparently I'm the sort of person who has right and wrong socks for every occasion.  When and how this happened I do not know.  There are people out there who never think about such things, people who wear mismatched socks to yoga and even to work.  Maybe they are happier people. 

To clarify - stripey, colourful or otherwise "lively" socks can't be worn to bed lest they prevent a peaceful night's sleep.  The same goes for black socks which, as everybody knows, are nightmare inducing.  I do have a pair of bed socks, which I bought simply because they were called that.  I tried wearing them to bed but had to remove them because they made my feet too hot.

Makes me wonder what great things I could be doing if the socks part of my brain was freed to contemplate other things.  Imagine if my whole life I've been held back, not by a lack of positive thinking, but by thinking far too much about socks.