Category: drawing/coloring
These are called butt shots, I think they are fabulous
I thought it was such a cool & fun idea. Neighborhood Carnival. Wind was whipping hard from Hurricane Sandy & it was COLD
Sophie’s teacher & her fellow students in school wanted the poster
Sophie’s teacher said, “Sophie, if you don’t want this poster, I would love to have it.” Later that day, Sophie overheard kids talking about the poster, the kids were wondering who made it. Sophie spoke up & told them she made it. A few kids asked if they could have it when her teacher was done with it. Lucky…no, nothing to do with luck. She is very talented & worked very hard on the poster. I kept her working because I wanted room in my studio, she had her (crap) stuff on every flat service in the room.
I asked her if it was worth all the work. She said yes.
The best art studio, ever.
After taking some time to recover from back surgery, I’ve been welcomed back to the best job in the world. Nothing better.
a bragging post
My 16 year old daughter was asked to enter a contest as a costume designer by her drama teacher. These are practice drawings. I am so very proud of her.
Chalk on the brick sidewalk
This work was done by 4 year olds, I think it’s a work of art.
My brother drew this on a paper bag while watching television
The eyes remind me of Leonardo da Vinci’s drawings. The eyes are what blow me away. Jason wasn’t copying anything. It was planted in his brain & he put it on paper. She is a super hero, who’s name escapes me, she was with the xmen for a bit. Out of the thousands of drawing that came from Jason’s hand I have only one. I have a brown paper bag framed & its in my art studio. My brother is embarrassed about it, that I have it framed, because he says it was just a doodle. If a 17 year old hand can doodle like this, I can’t imagine what it would be capable of doing now. But he was told his art is crap, from someone very important to him. He put his art away as though they were childhood play things. He is now 42 & still refuses to attempt to draw. Breaks my heart & hurts my soul. Its still in him, but he believes he would never be as good. He is right, because he has to start over & build the strength required to make his magic again.
My words fall on deaf ears. Being green with envy pushed me to study every book in the local libraries to learn to paint. The last time I studied art was as a senior in high school. So the natural artist hangs up his skills, tucks them away from sight & pretends he is not been given a gift. So I paint, or I did…pushing myself to be as good as he once was. I am a realist, I can’t really just throw paint on a canvas & call it art. But no one wants realisium. I paint what I see. The difference is I have to see the pictures of objects I paint, whereas Jason already has them in his head. I love my brother, he worries about my physical condition, I worry about him suppressing a gift given to him by God.
a talent passed from Grandfather, to grandson, to niece (my daughter) Illustrating is a gift.
This is a quick coloring with crayons, but the art is just like my twin brother’s art, when my brother was her age. Its in the genes & that is amazing. My art came from envy of Jason’s talent, I was green, green, green with Jealousy. But I’m not Jealous of H.’s inborn talent, I encourage. Because she felt she wasn’t good at anything her whole life, she had no interest in anything. She would ask what am I going to do when I grow up. I always told her not to worry about it, she will figure it out. I think she just had to grow old enough to gain the strength in her hands to draw as she does. This coloring was some sort of joke my mother or daughter won’t share with me. I just hope I’m not the witch!
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