Wow – it’s Monday isn’t it? Not that I am not having a great day – but from the moment I approached this computer…slow is hardly the word for it. Made finding us a Monday dance kinda difficult – but isn’t this a little charmer?
Otherwise, I’ve been doing well. Done my daily yoga, adjusted some scheduling so things will work better, and stepped outside to enjoy this deliciously warm day with balmy breezes while I did my daily (more or less) drawing of the sky. Obviously, I’m still learning – but I fell in love with this beautiful fluffy cloud that looked just like a fox tail right over my head.
This is on 18 x 12 paper (I bought it JUST to do sky paintings and drawings) with oil pastels. Wow – I haven’t used these in forever. Here’s something you don’t see me doing often:
Instead of drawing with the pastel stick, this is actually blue scraped away with the palette knife to expose the white paper below. This wispy little cirrus clouds really do look like that.
I also sort of accidentally discovered this:
Some bits had crumbled off the white oil pastel. I placed them strategically on the paper and then crushed them with the pallet knife. They made an interesting little patch of color and texture that wasn’t quite right for this cloud – but would be just perfect for the “duckling” clouds we often get. I’ll have to remember that…
Anyone want to buy me a big pad of pale blue/grey paper with a bit of tooth?
By the way – if anyone wants to purchase the daily art, contact me and we’ll work something out. Since I’m mainly practicing and playing with different things, I don’t really consider them “work for sale”, but if you see something you really want let me know.
While outside today I had the good luck to see a Mourning Dove. They are one of my favorite birds, both for their beautiful, plaintive little song and for their wonderful soft colors. If I have time later, I may see if I can capture those in a digital painting. These doves don’t live here year round. Generally they pass through this time of year for a few days. It’s easy to miss them by taking for granted that any dove is one of those Eurasian Ring-necked doves we have so many of year round.
I heard the Great Horned Owl last night – but it was much too cold to be meandering about in my robe outside and he wasn’t visible from any of the windows. It is always such a thrill to see him.
I have a list of things to do today and several projects in the works, so check back this week to see what’s new.
Blessedbe
Summer Fey Foovay
