Durn kids

[explosive cough]

[removes grass stalk from between teeth, stops rocking]

You varmints better remember...

Downer ain't just quiet -- it's ARMED.



{Oh hell!}*




*when Best Beloved sent me this snippet, all he had in the email was DOWNER! and a link. I thought he was telling me who the new Lib Leader is. But then I remembered that dear Alexander isn't a contender, and followed the link. I don't know if what I found is any better! This is my 'hood!

Drawmo 28: from the vault

No chance to draw today. I printed two pages (editions of 105 each), watched Bumblebee play The Black Bean Blower (finally!), came home and cooked a double batch of chocolate beetroot cake (it's my turn to provide supper for bookbinding tomorrow night) and once I'd got B to bed, I've been laying out a (voluntary) newsletter for the bookbinders' guild. Best Beloved is in Sydney for a meeting.

So here is a nice little number from the vault. I was looking through my sketchbook for my first-ever semester at Art School. Gosh. Lots of great ideas but so green about how to achieve them.



I've always loved life drawing, but I used to get into trouble for exaggerating the body parts. At least I'm not making the tits huge like in comic-book drawing. In fact I'm not quite sure what is happening in that region here, but the thigh works for me. Classic art school student life drawing: no hands, feet, and a sketchy face. When I realised that was a cliche, I made a point of always drawing the model's actual face. But I hadn't had that epiphany in April 1995.


Oh, and for those interested, the Black Bean Blower play was brilliant. Here is the leading man himself (a bit fuzzy, sorry):

PS

(It's our wedding anniversary today -- 3 years -- and we just went out to dinner at a very nice but noisy restaurant and stuffed ourselves.

It's also the cats' birthdays -- 3 years, which means they're 21 today (or are they 12? I always get animal years mixed up) -- and I gave them a lovely dinner of fresh flathead chopped into chunks. Gourmet indeed, and they enjoyed it very much.

We got breakfast in bed this morning, after I quickly showed Bumblebee how to make tea and pancakes last night. We made a batch of pancake batter together, and this morning he cooked us pancakes with chopped banana, maple syrup and yogurt, with a fresh pot of tea. I was so proud of him. He was so proud of him!

I guess CELEBRATION = FOOD in this household.)

Drawmo 26

Sitting outside the mostly-unused ex-primary school where Bumblebee does circus school, I noticed that one of the boarded-up windows had been graffiti'd with a tag that takes us around in a ever-decreasing spiral of irony.

I decided to copy it, but wasn't happy with my first attempt, so did it again and again, and then tried to perfect the little bits I wasn't happy with... is that why there are so many tags around? It's perfectionism!



This is a copy of graffiti that is a copy of graffiti... (it would have looked better if I'd had a marker or at least grainier pencil)

...and here is the copy I copied from



And here is the original.



(Mr Pooter told Jonah that Padge was a stupid fat pussy, so he helped him out a bit.)

Heh.

heh.

Crazybrave had such a good idea, I just had to run with it.





All credit goes to Zoe, I'm just the keybort monkey.



Heh.

Drawmo 25 and 26

Two at once, so sue me. Yesterday I was so full of energy I did everything except draw (I mowed the lawn, back and front!). Today I've been watching this little cartoon run through my brain. So here it is.



My goodness, it's fun watching the Liberals implode. I always knew (and I bet you did too) that they were a bunch of bananas.

EEEEE!

And today's happy squeak upon waking was articulated so much better by Barista.