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Mom’s Home from the Hospital

Mom and Me Again

I tried doing yesterday’s sketch again, this time starting first in pencil and then adding watercolor. It looks a lot more like her and this time our heads are the same size. Yesterdays drawing was the last page in my Aquabee sketchbook and today’s is the last page in my first Moleskine watercolor notebook.

Here’s the original photo:

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Mom’s glad to be home from the hospital and I’m glad she’ll have will nurses and home health workers and my sister looking in on her. Hopefully the meds will do their thing and she’ll be able to go back to her normal life without any ill effects.

I also wish her normal life were richer, and filled with more interesting things than constant TV (including favorites the Home Shopping Channel, Court TV and General Hospital), sorting coupons and miscellaneous detritus of a lifetime, and the occasional dinner at Carrows or Norms Deli with friends or family. She used to enjoy painting and photography and collage and travel and walks on the beach.

It makes me sad to see how her world keeps shrinking and her strength and energy for doing new things are fading. And it scares me to see how easily and naturally that can happen as one ages. And it makes me want to stay strong and healthy; always learning and enjoying doing the things I love.

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Mom’s in the hospital

Mom and I

(Geez this is a terrible drawing–it gets worse every time I see it.)

Since I was thinking about my mom a lot this week, I decided to draw her from a photo we took at the beach on my last visit. I drew directly in ink, and strangely, my mom came out much bigger than I. I’m sure there’s all sorts of psychological reasons for this that I won’t go into here. Note to self: don’t draw wrinkles with a pen–they look like stitches. It’s a bad drawing, but it’s what’s in my sketchbook today so here it is.

My mother had a T.I.A. (trans ischemic attack — like a stroke but much briefer and less damaging though can be a precursor to a serious stroke) last Friday and my sister who lives near her took her to the Veterans Hospital in West L.A. She was in the Waves (the Women’s Navy) during WWII so she’s entitled to veterans benefits. Mom enjoys the special treatment she gets at the VA since she’s one of the few women in a hospital full of men. She was fortunate that there was no permanent damage and they’re giving her medication that should prevent future attacks.

My mother treats the hospital like it’s a fine hotel with room service. She didn’t like her bed and insisted they bring her a new mattress as she felt hers was too old and lumpy. The nurse said they’re all the same and mom said, “No, I’ve stayed her before and I had a better bed last time.” So they delivered a better mattress. They told her she could go home at 4:00 today but she said she was too tired and would go home tomorrow so they said OK. She told me it was because she knew they were serving pizza and cheese cake for dinner tonight and she didn’t want to miss it. She’s planning on staying at least through lunch tomorrow.

Lamy Safari pen, Noodlers Ink, Moleskine watercolor notebook.

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Drawing Flower Art Sketchbook Pages Watercolor

What kind of tree am I?

Pink and Bright Orange Tree?

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I don’t know what kind of tree these came from, do you? Actually I drew the parts of two identical trees that are next to each other in my neighborhood. The only difference is that one has impossibly pink flowers and the other has impossibly bright orange flowers. I planned to draw both but discovered I was allergic to them and in order to finish more quickly combined their parts in one picture. Then I had to take a Claritin.

When I asked the neighbor if I could take a cutting from his tree to paint he said I could take the whole tree. He hates them because they bloom all year and constantly drop horrible stuff on his car: sticky sap, sticky little orange stringy parts of the flowers, and the hard seed pods (I know I’m using all the wrong names of the parts, sorry). He showed me the huge stump of the one he’d already cut down. Looking at the mess I had to clean up on my drawing table, I know what he’s talking about.

But the bees and hummingbirds love these trees. In the afternoon its swarming with bees and in the early evening it’s filled to capacity with chirping hummingbirds. I hope he doesn’t cut down the others. They’re stunningly beautiful and our neighborhood doesn’t have enough trees. Here’s some photos of the tree parts:
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Drawn with Lamy Safari Pen, Noodler’s Ink & watercolor in Aquabee Super Deluxe sketchbook

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Orchid cartoon

orchid

Non-artists, today’s post will probably be boring, sorry.

I’m reading two books about art right now, “The Unknown Matisse” (the first half of a 1,000 page biography) at the recommendation of Laura, and “Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art” by Scott McCloud at the recommendation of Nora, who’s studying to be a graphic designer.

I’ve been working on my drawing in two directions: One is to be very specific and really draw what I see, not using the symbol of the object. The other is to learn to simplify and find the essence of the thing/person/animal and exaggerate it to make it more interesting and to be able to do wonderful cartoony drawings like Mattias, Paula, and Sparky, for example. I was asking Nora lots of questions about how illustrators create the characters they draw and she recommended reading Understanding Comics.

It’s written in comic book format and inspired me to try drawing my orchid in cartoon panels. With it’s long spindly stem, flower at the top and big leaves at the bottom, the orchid is awkward to compose on a page, so drawing it in panels was ideal. Conveniently, a pretend Discover credit card arrived in the mail today–just the right size to use to outline the panels.

The orchid is painted in a Raffine sketchbook, which was recommended as having great paper for 1/3 the cost of Moleskines. I’m not thrilled with it. It’s wire binding is huge, making it difficult to scan (gets shadows), the cover is flimsy, and the pages are smaller than my preferred Aquabee 6×9 Super Deluxe sketchbook which is about the same price, has about the same quality paper and smaller binding. I did learn a cool Photoshop trick to get rid of the shadows though: I used the Dodge tool set to Highlights at 50% with a large sized brush and it erased all the shadows without changing anything else.

I traced the panels using my trusty old Sharpie, but didn’t like the way the ink spread on this paper so switched to the Lamy Safari fine point to draw with. I’m liking the Lamy more and more for drawing and the Sharpie less and less. Then I added watercolor, but before painting the dark background (Daniel Smith Indigo) I scanned the drawing and added dark backgrounds in Photoshop to see if I liked it. I did, so I went back and painted them.

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Ah Sunflower, Weary of Time

Sunflowers

Ah Sunflower
  
  Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

William Blake

I first heard this William Blake poem on the Fug’s First Album back in 1966. While it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, this song/poem always plays in my mind when I see sunflowers. The Fugs were a sort of beat, punk, folk, psychedelic, satirical, political, underground rock band formed in 1964 in New York’s East Village. Back in those early days of FM radio and underground rock, the Fugs were breaking all of the taboos and I loved them for it, being stuck in ultraconservative, time-warped San Diego.

I was a high school girl who’d recently ditched her surfer-girl persona to become a beatnik poseur, dressing in the requisite black clothes, black berets, and white lipstick, reading poetry, and trying to look depressed and intellectual. I eventually moved to New York’s East Village myself and was horribly disappointed to discover that the beatniks were long gone, having been replaced by wannabe hippies from New Jersey.

I didn’t think I had anything to say about the sunflowers I painted tonight but there’s a story in everything it seems. These were drawn with a Lamy Safari pen with Fine nib and Noodlers Ink in the large Moleskine watercolor notebook, then painted with watercolor. I like the way the Noodlers works with watercolor. It’s not 100% waterproof so a little of it washes off and disappears and the lines soften just a tiny bit when you paint over them.

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Commuters, Geese & Working Conditions

People on Bart

Today’s morning and evening commuters sketched on BART. I’m starting to work on simplifying my lines, trying to identify the essence of the person or thing I’m drawing and exaggerating those characteristics a bit. I was able to do that on some of the people–especially the two standing at top right.

Geese in Snow Park

During my lunch break today I sketched for a few minutes in Oakland’s Snow Park, land of the wall-to-wall goose-poop lawn. The homeless guy in the background was taking turns eating bread and throwing it to the geese. Then he took all of his belongings out of his giant bin, which looked like the sort of thing they use in commercial laundries to move tons of linens around.

I know about commercial laundries because I worked in one for a day as a high school girl in San Diego, moving diapers in and out of the washer and dryer. After about 3 hours in the over 100 degree heat, I fainted. The kind, very pregnant Mexican lady I was working with somehow carried me to the bosses office where I woke up was promptly fired for not being strong enough.

My next attempt at a summer job was working in a pharmacy. My duties were to wipe the words “SAMPLE, NOT for sale” off of pills using a Q-tip dipped in acetone and then put them back into bottles, and to dust shelves. I quit after a couple of weeks–the work was horrible but even worse was the 100% white synthetic uniform I had to wear that felt like a sauna suit in the non-air-conditioned store in a hot San Diego summer.

Now I have a quiet, roomy office on the 27th floor (hope there’s no earthquakes) with a view of Lake Merritt and Fairland Park, building engineers to call if it’s too warm or cool, a fully equipped kitchen, great equipment, and a group of the most ethical, brilliant, funny, kind, dedicated women to work with. And I only go there 3 days a week, telecomuting another half day from home, with the rest of the time for art and other stuff. I am so grateful!

Brown Micron Pigma pen in little Moleskine sketchbook

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Old West Gun Room, El Cerrito, CA

 

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Old-West-Gun-Room

This very old gun shop is located about a mile from my house, next door to the new Peet’s Coffee. I’m sure that the only reason it continues to exist is that it’s always been here. It would never be allowed to open on the edge of a residential neighborhood in this liberal community now.

I needed a walk and I needed coffee beans and I needed to draw. So I packed my little painting kit in my backpack and headed towards Peets with a plan to get my coffee and paint the gun shop. Every few feet I saw a tree or flower I wanted to draw but decided to come back to those things later.

I walked the mile, got my pound of Peets Special Decaf beans, a cup of mostly decaf, and sat down on the sidewalk across the street in front of Payless Shoes to draw. I felt a little silly sitting on the sidewalk, making the occasional pedestrian walk around me, but I got over it once I started drawing. I drew in ink, added watercolor, decided I was more than finished, and stood up. Yikes! It took a block to work out the kinks in my legs.

When I got home it was earlier than I expected–time just seems to stretch out and expand when I’m in “the zone,” I thought. But as I was scanning the drawing I got a call from Nora asking when I might be arriving for the 6:00 dinner at Michael’s. I looked down at the clock on my computer screen and it was already 6:30! But my watch said 5:30–sometime during the walk my watch’s display had switched to “Time 2,” which I’d never changed to daylight savings time, so it was an hour behind. They were nice enough to wait for me and dinner was great!

I enjoyed the extra hour I had today, even though it wasn’t real.

Lamy Safari pen, Noodlers ink, Moleskine large watercolor notebook.

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Illustration Friday: Match(o)

Match-O
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Get it? Match, Match-o, Macho man? Oh well.

It’s better than my first idea, which was a cartoon of what used to happen, back in my smoking days in college, when I’d screw up this corny old joke. Someone would ask, “Gotta match?” and I’d try to be funny and would mean to say: “Yeah, your face and my butt!” Except I’m horrible at telling jokes and I always got the punchline backwards. So I was going to draw a cartoon of a guy asking me, “Gotta match?” and me saying, “Yeah, my face and your butt.” And then me looking perplexed. But I figured I’d have to do all this explaining anyway so I drew Match-O man.

I drew him in ink and wasn’t totally happy with the ink drawing and didn’t feel like starting over so to “save time” (in quotes because I actually then spent two hours learning how to do a bunch stuff in Photoshop and I could have redrawn it in much less time) by cleaning up the drawing and coloring it in Photoshop.

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People with hats on BART

People on BART with hats

Some sketches in ink drawn on BART during my morning commute. Above: This morning’s commuters seemed to all be wearing hats. The woman in the middle’s cap was pink and her head of white hair was shaved almost completely. Below: Random people from yesterday and today.
I’m a words and pictures sort of person and today at work was all about numbers. I know that numbers can be our friends. With numbers there is a right answer and a wrong answer, unlike so much else in life. Today there were too many wrong answers or simply no answers. But now it’s my weekend and I can forget about numbers for a few days.

Mostly drawn with Lamy Safari and Noodlers Ink in Moleskine sketchbook. The ink just wouldn’t dry this morning so I blotted it with Kleenex so I could close the book without leaving little blobs on the other side.
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Preservation Park Fountain

Preservation Park Fountain

The organization I work for held a 3-day institute for 150 teachers at Oakland’s Preservation Park this week. This fountain is in the center of the square block collection of restored victorian homes that are now used for meeting space and offices. It’s a lovely setting and the weather was perfect for lunches outdoors in the gazebo, around the fountain, on the lawn or on benches.

Being surrounded by 150 teachers, I felt such awe and admiration. I know how difficult it is to be a Bay Area teacher these days and how high the turnover is among young teachers. Yet here they were, on the last days of their summer vacation, spending three days learning new approaches to adolescent literacy when they could be at the beach.

Since I was working while I was there, I couldn’t sit down with my sketchbook so I took some photos instead. This was drawn directly in ink and then painted in watercolor from one of the photos. I wanted to add the palm tree that was behind the fountain, but decided for once to go with “less is more”… though at the last minute I did add the building.