I went home for the weekend, and found the very first journal I’d ever written in. In an entry titled “March 21 1990 wensday” I wrote, “Now I can Draw very good! can you Draw a laDy? turn to the other page.” And on the next page was this. All right, I was only 7, so I’m okay with the stick legs, the frog face, and the two right hands. I’m not sure what’s coming out of her mouth there. Anyways, the entry ends with “I can draw very good and that’s privet!” I wonder if I was that conceited in real life. I can draw very good…compared to a patagonian monkey. Or a class of first graders. I didn’t get out much back then. :D
I got a chance last week to take a sketchbook trip to the zoo. Ya it was fun! I only have red and grey prismacolors, so the macaw was my fav. Here’s something funny, though–all throughout the zoo were signs, everywhere, saying things like “Zookeepers wanted!” and “Job shadow a zookeeper!” and “Be a part of the zookeeper experience!” So, either they’re not paying enough or no one wants to clean up poop. I thought it ironic they had a sign on the chimpanzee cage. 10 years ago, the chimps escaped, hunted down a zookeeper, and ate him. (You guys remember that, right? They really did!) Later that day I was eating lunch at the Grossly Overpriced Grizzly Cafe when two zookeepers walked by, deep in conversation.
ZOOKEEPER 1: …And then I couldn’t reach into it’s cage, you know, because it was trying to strike, I mean, it was poised to strike and everything, it had already tried twice…
ZOOKEEPER 2: Oh, I totally hate it when that happens.
I don’t think I’ll send in my resume anytime soon.
Welp, here’s another spread of the Frog Crookster story. It was a good exersize for me, I messed around a lot with custom brushes. I think I’ve been over-ambitious with this project, though. I’m not a good enough artist yet to really whoop it. It was fun to paint anyways.
My nephew says the frog looks like a pickle with legs. It kinda does. Oh great, now I’m hungry.
And, for those of you who know about the writing project I’m doing, I finally finished the first draft. It took two years, but it’s coming along. Woot!
Happy Easter ‘n all. Easter was really early this year…hardly any time to eat all the peeps I wanted. Really I think they ought to put Easter on the same Sunday of every year. That and scrap daylight savings.
This is a picture that reminds me of my kidhood. Every Saturday Mom would make us scrub the house, mop the floors, clean the walls, vacuum, sort the closets, etc. She termed it “deep cleaning.” I hated it. Well, okay, now that I’m older deep cleaning isn’t such a bad idea. But trust me, back then, it was torture. I don’t know how she got us to clean…we scattered like cockroaches the minute she said the “d” and “c” words.
The bubbles were the funnest part of this picture.
Speaking of which, someone’s been breaking into my apartment and shedding long blond hairs all over the place! It’s all over the sofa, all over my curling iron, & it clogs the drains. My vaccuum’s sucker-thing is now a big cylinder of hair. What gives? I certainly don’t shed that much. It’s probably my invisible husky…again.
I found a costume book at the library, so I’ve been messing around with costume designs. This was good practice for me coz I learned how to color lines in Photoshop. I’ve decided that Illustrator is a better medium for this, though. It just makes lines so smooth.
Nothing else to say. 1857 was not a good year for men’s fashion.