One day while walking, instead of looking out for that yappy squalling ankle-biter named Miles, I looked up. What a nice surprise!
Peculiar sights #3
As I walk around in Three Rivers in preparation for April 25, this sight never fails to amuse me:
In case you can’t tell, the upper mailbox says “WHITE”. Because you now know I am a color junkie, listen to this: there are people with the last name of Gray and people with the last name of Brown and a guy with the last name of Green too! And, the people named White got together with the people named Brown and formed a company called “Beige”. (I’m not making this up!) On the subject of first names, there is a man who goes by “Red” (not all that uncommon), I had a drawing student named “Teal” AND I have a cousin named Pink (somewhere in North Carolina). As you can see, I have lots of thinking time on these training walks.
Peculiar sights #2
This is an undoctored photo of a daffodil. In my regular walking route in Three Rivers, I encounter a yard with several of these. Really! I used to think all daffodils were yellow – many different shades and combinations, but always yellow. Guess I was wrong!
Peculiar sights in Three Rivers
I may have mentioned that I walk a lot. April 25 is coming, and my friend Nancy and I plan to walk 21 miles in Monterey. Nancy and I get together just once a week for our long training walks, so during the week we are walking alone. My walks are usually in Three Rivers. This provides a great deal of time to look at one’s surroundings, think, pray, mumble to oneself about how long it takes, use a borrowed iPod, plan blog posts, fret over the amount of work one isn’t doing while walking. . . a person could stay very busy while walking! Here is something that struck me this week – there are a number of peculiar items on one of my regular routes. Let’s start with Ruby:
Ruby is a boxer with a leopard spotted couch, complete with an awning for shade. This couch is parked directly along-side the road, and Ruby watches people go by. I make a point of greeting and petting her. If I happen to be wearing shorts, she will get up and lick my knees. Now, that is peculiar!
Learning to draw, Chapter Sixteen
If you have been following my blog entries on Learning to Draw, you may have noticed a few tools in the photos. When I was a student of architectural drafting, I discovered 2 indispensable tools – a drafting brush and an erasing shield. When you erase, crumbs are created. (duh!) If you brush them away with your hand, you WILL smear the drawing. If you blow, you might spit. (As we say in Drawing Lessons, “Spit happens!”) Only has to happen once to your drawing to teach you an unforgettable lesson about using the drafting brush. The erasing shield looks like a tiny thin metal template. It is, sort of, but instead of tracing the shapes, it allows you to isolate the parts that you don’t want and erase them. When the corners are worn off of your eraser, the erasing shield prevents wiping out large areas by accident. Tools – we all need them! p.s. See a corner of the triangle? OF COURSE I use a straight edge! How else can I draw perfectly straight lines?? Cheating? Not!
Learning to draw, Chapter Fifteen
Ever think about drawing a bird’s nest? Olivia found a nest full of eggs and took multiple photos. Did you know that blue jays lay bluish-green eggs? I learn so much from my students! Her plan is graphite on the nest and colored pencil on the eggs. When drawing a complicated and repetitive subject, block out all but the section on which you are working. Post-it notes are perfect for this.
Learning to draw, Chapter Fourteen
Drawing buildings is the first thing I did in my career. Cabins, specifically. (“cabinart”, anyone?) These are not difficult for me, but many of my students would rather do anything else, even faces! Wendy is up for any challenge on a piece of paper – here is her beginnings of the Presbyterian Church in Three Rivers, a beautiful structure in a beautiful setting. The most important things to know in rendering buildings accurately are these: 1. vertical is ALWAYS vertical – it is the horizontal lines that do the slant tricks and 2. it is okay to use a straight edge to make straight edge.
Learning to draw, Chapter Thirteen
Collages are some of the most difficult pictures to plan. One begins with a selection of photos. There are so many decisions to make! Horizontal? Vertical? How many parts? Images touching each other, overlapping or with spaces in between? Which one should be The Big Deal? Use circles or ovals within the space? The best way to start is with sketches, called “thumbnails” because of their small size. I hated doing those in college because I usually only had one good idea, and it was such a waste of time to try to conjure up a page full of second and third best substitutes. Maggie had this idea for months, letting it develop in her mind’s eye and gathering the photos. It is turning out beautifully!
confessions of a Color Junkie, part 3
Purple, or “violet”, as it is more correctly called, is a color I haven’t liked very well most of my life. A few years ago, something changed, and I began to crave periwinkle, that almost blue shade of violet. Think lupine, brodeia, dutch iris. . . Someone told me that as we age, the cones in our eyes see purple better than when we were young. Oh-oh – is that the reason? (Brings to mind that poem “When I am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple”.) While on our photo trip over Yokohl, I was knitting a sweater in that wonderful bluey purple color; I actually asked Michael to stop next to a lupine so I could hold the sweater out the window and compare the colors. I was thrilled to see they were an exact match! (You just never know what will set off a color junkie.) I have found that to be a difficult color to mix, working only with the primaries, that has been a difficult color to mix. I finally asked Diana Moses Botkin about it, and she advised me just to buy a tube of violet! Wow – if she says it is okay, it must be! Just one other thing – I’ve noticed many men refer to burgundy or maroon as “purple”! I wonder why. . . can’t get a helpful explanation other than “It looks purple to me!”
Sweater colored lupine (ok, I might have messed around with the color in this photo!)
Periwinkle, the plant (also known as the dreaded invasive vinca major)
Color Junkie, continued
Lavender and I have a history. My older sister had a lavender dress that I thought was Absoloootely Beyoootiful, and I couldn’t wait for her to outgrow it. After about a zillion years, I finally made it to 3rd grade, and the dress was finally mine. I tried it on, stood in front of Mom’s full-length mirror to admire myself and was horrified to discover that my skin looked yellow! T I ran from the room, yelling for Mom! She said, “My goodness! Looks like lavendar isn’t your color!” It was a terrible moment, one that sealed a poor opinion in me toward lavender and its stronger cousin purple (or more correctly known as “violet”). Since then I’ve learned that anyone can wear almost any color. It is the shade that matters, the hue, the variation. That particular shade had too much red in it, and still makes me look like an advanced case of jaundice. Put me in a shade with lots of blue, and the compliments fly my way. Lavender, violet, purple, lilac – there are many names for this color.
Lilac, the plant