Watercolor flowers

Got some watercolor pencils and just HAD to try them out. Drew, threw some water at it, then finished it up with regular colored pencil. Not a Van Gogh (well, at least I have my ears), but it was fun!

Faces!

More face sketches from my face book. I'm guessing that none of the models in the book will be calling me to commission a protrait this week, but I'm okay with that (wiping alligator tears from eyes).

A little ink, a little color... all in a day's fun.

My own worst critic

I got back to Danny's book and he talks about using little slots of 10 minutes to draw. So I stole 20 minutes from my day and drew a sketch of my DynaFlex (a wrist-strengthening contraption). But ya know, it was one of those times where I just wanted to throw my pencils at the window! The lines didn't come out the way I wanted. I didn't capture parts of it that I wanted in my drawing. The lettering was screwy. My inner critic was flogging me unmercifully. Yet, when I saw the finished product, I didn't think it was all that bad. What was happening is that the perfectionist inside was screaming, "It's not perfect which means it's no good!" Anybody have a crowbar so I can put the perfectionist out of its misery??

Create your day

My pen started moving and I decided that I was going to create my own day today. One filled with promise and new resolutions. I don't want others to create it for me... to lead me by the nose through meandering streets and alleyways filled with darkness and dead ends.

So, here's to the new day!

Time is ticking away...

I started drawing a watch and the next thing I knew, a television box took shape around it. It just reminded me of how many hours, days, weeks, months, and years that we allow ourselves to be sucked into the idiot box when we could be playing, drawing, painting, creating, loving, and living. And time lost today is time we never get back.