Back to Life with Jordan

Two weeks since I'd last drawn, bit rusty with this half hour pose.

A little more time to deepen values in a one and half hour pose. Jordan is just angelic. I haven't been working in a few weeks as I've needed to deal with repressed memories. Yeah, maybe art therapy is the answer, but alone? Safety in numbers, or simply more comfortable with good friends at my side. More sessions prerequisite.

Lupercalia Craft Fair and Bake Sale

My son's Valentine, Meg Hatcher and her sister Lindsey at the Lupercalia Craft and Bake Sale in Aurora. Love those sock monsters, but certainly don't want the dogs chewing on those! She had her Hoopatomic hula hoops for sale and little felted monster magnets. Blessed with creativity! Another local gal had hemp and clay bead necklaces, three for ten bucks! I bought one for me, one for sister Darlene I headed out with and one for Megan, oh... she's got hers on!

Laura at Naperville Woman's Club

It was great to get out and draw again this week. I'm still overtired and rather irritable, but Laura had some fantastic poses that were not to be held for the duration, so my pieces here do need more work. I darkened the lights up, added more contrast, so they could be viewed here... they are on white paper, but very faint and undiscernable. I'm glad I took he night out.

Felicia at Tall Grass

Trucked on out to Tall Grass to take down the exhibit and attend a session of drawing. Glad that the weather cooperated. Felicia is such a wonderful model with relaxed but interesting poses. The group chose to do two half hour poses rather than one hour pose, so my work did not get completed, but a basis down to finish someday. I will definitely attend more of the sessions there, but with 500 pounds weight in the back of my van it cost more than $30.00 in gas for the trip.

Blizzard of 2011

Fortunately the neighbors arrived with an endloader to dig out my drive, it took twelve hours of digging to open up my sidewalk. Every part of my body was exhausted. I've been rather bitter about the lack of understanding from those who don't get 5 foot drifts across their walk and drive. If the good neighbor hadn't been so kind as to dig me out I still would not be able to get out the drive. All those plows working twenty hour shifts and I heard so many complaints rather than compassion as they fatigue themselves to help others. Saturday I went back out to dig out another five foot deep section to keep my garbage cans, a pass to my woodpile and unearthed part of the firewood in the event that I might need heat. Birds are fed, passage to the backyard for the dogs opened up. Where there is six foot fence there is six foot drifts. And then go to work too?