I once saw a post from a friend's sister that talked about "blogging" verses "bragging" and sometimes I fear I have stepped into the realms of bragging . . . but this is my little writing space where I like to write happily about my life . . . so, sorry if I've dwelt in the realms of pride and vanity a little. In the past though it has mostly been about my husband and children though, and I think we are all entitled to a little of that. Now, however, I'm showcasing my own genius (I'm actually not sure what that means "my genius," but I like it). I never would have put this picture on here if it weren't that my sister and several friends keep hounding me to post what I've done artistically of late. The sad thing is, and this is the gospel truth (I love when people say that), I really wasn't joking when I said that the ants, cats, possums, etc. that I've drawn on my blog are the only drawing I've done in ages. It's the truth. It makes me so sad because I did love it once, and every now and then my friend Liz (who was in art classes with me from about 7th grade on) sends me a card or something that she has water colored and it is amazing and I wonder why I've let that gift slip away!
Here is where it all went wrong. In 12th grade my art class was one with very little direction, and I was one who liked to have a goal or a challenge or some type of instruction. Still, on my own, I faithfully spent an entire month of class days working on something other than the list of 100 excuses as to why me and my best friends (who were also in the class) were late nearly every day (we had a great time creating that list though). Anyway, it was a drawing from a picture my brother had taken of his three kids eating popsicles. It was a close up of their faces and they looked so cute and happy. I really captured them in my drawing I felt, and I really did take nearly a month to finish it. Unfortunately, upon its completion, I accidentally left it out on a desk in Mr. Colton's classroom. The next day it was gone. Of-course you'd hope some caring person had put it some place safely or even, as sad as it would be to lose it, someone loved it so much that they kept it, but Mr. Colton's class had a very bad reputation. The kids in there were bad (probably myself included) they loved to steal everything they could from the teacher when his back was turned, cover their desks in rubber cement or paint, paint on and destroy other people's work, etc. I searched and searched for my drawing. I was so heart sick about losing all that work that I even prayed and prayed that if it was anywhere out there it would be returned to me. Alas, it never was and my sad guess is that someone laughingly scribbled or painted all over it and tossed it in a dumpster. I was a bit tired of drawing for a spell after that . . . then came college with my fascination for all things biology, etc. I was busy and happy and I just didn't draw much anymore.
Anyway, to this sketch: My sister Megan took up sketching a year or so ago and was amazing at it. She kept calling me telling me to give it another go. I wasn't up for it, but finally, upon her hounding me a little extra one day, I did this from a picture I had of Daisy. It was with a #2 pencil on typing paper, so the blending etc. was not superior, but here it is. You'd like to think this motivated me to do more (as I was pleased with the outcome), but it requires enough energy that I have failed to even do my other children in the year or so since this! (And, may I add that Daisy really did look like this a few years back before we grew her bangs out, etc.)