Today's sketch is a loose one of these purple flowers, Campanulas, that look like little cups about the size of the palm of my hand when open. But, I like them because they look like boxes before they open. Literally, they're like a little pentagon-shaped box that just seems like they have some cool surprise inside. That's my favorite part of their life cycle. Little flower presents. Sketched my son today, as today is the last day of his braces. He gets them taken off tomorrow and he's very excited to chew gum again. Way to go; you made it, B! Today was mostly spent poolside. Beautiful day. So, I sketched my feet in different positions. They don't change much though. Put my son's flip flop on once. Not very intriguing, but a fun and much needed observational exercise! Yay summer feet! Confession: I'm a shoe-aholic. And, for the record, not many of my shoe purchases make any sense at all. Sure, I will buy a pair at the same time as a special occasion dress sometimes, but for the most part, I'm pretty much willey-nilley in the whole process. A shoe just has to look good with my ankles at the store, and I'll buy them. The pile you see at the left is the pile of shoes that I've decided to hang up the dream on. I don't ever wear them, I don't foresee myself wearing them, and I don't even know what the hell possessed me to buy them in the first place. They're all heels, you see. I'm 5'8". I don't NEED heels. Heels are uncomfortable. They are impractical. They're not even good for you--back, feet, all kinds of problems will come from them. So, I quit you, heels. You are dead to me. It may be a myth that any woman burned her bra in the 60s, but I assure you, these heels shall be charred. Another day of dietary documentation. Had two of the best meals today--so fresh and so light. Made Caprese Salad stacks, which turned out as nice looking as the recipe picture--that never happens, but how can you mess it up when there's literally 5 ingredients? Dinner required a little more work; grilling the veggies and fish and whatnot. But, all together on a crusty baguette, was so delish! I'm not a vegetarian, but I can see the appeal... Today's journal page is dedicated to my irish heritage. My step dad sent me a photo of the coolest four-leaf clover, with dark brown marks in the center. Mom tells me she's researching our family history on Ancestry.com, and has gotten some really cool information. I can't wait to see it. Knowing where you come from--especially that far back--is such an awesome thing. I hope to visit the ol' country some day.. Sitting in an old pub drinking a pint (or two) sounds pretty good to me. Documenting some of the obstacles that I encountered today at the grocery store. I thought it was going to be great, shopping before noon on a weekday. It was pretty empty, actually. But, every person that could've possibly gotten in my way did just that. And not only that, but it seemed like they were enjoying spending massive amounts of time in the store. I think Sandra Bullock was onto something in The Net. People that are oblivious to others around them frustrate me. That goes for drivers too. Have a plan, and attack it people! Today's journal page is a visual diary of what I ate during the day. I truly believe that I'm onto something here. I will call it "The Artist's Diet." If you know that you will A) have to draw what you are about to eat, you will probably avoid high-carb things like pasta or complicated sandwiches or even non-colorful foods like mashed potatoes and deep-fried breaded or battered items, and B) you will probably lose your appetite a little bit by the time you finally allow yourself to eat. Seriously. I went to the fridge a couple times today, knowing full well that if I pulled something out to snack on, I'd have to draw it because that was my plan today. It apparently worked: note the lack of snacks in my montage here. Hmm. First of all, I swear, I'm not an alcoholic. But, I do have my reward cocktail at the end of the day...well, most days. It's my favorite time of the day because [usually] I've accomplished something I can be proud of, the kids are in bed, and I'm in my pajamas watching my favorite show on DVR and not thinking about anything in particular. It is the most sane moment of my day, and I love it. |
AuthorTabatha Dougherty: artist, art teacher, confessed chocoholic. Archives
April 2020
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