Yucky 40 degree day on the way today, and not much cooler tomorrow, so preparations must be made. House closed up early, windows shut, blinds drawn. Roses cut and put in a vase, as the sun would cook them today in any case. Vegie patch and some of the newer, more vulnerable plantings in the garden watered early. Say goodbye to my gorgeous dahlia blooms, as they probably won’t survive the heat wave, but are too deep in the garden bed to reach and cut.
And guess where this path leads?
To the new tool shed that Pete built!
Finally, a proper storage place for garden tools.
This makes me very happy.
I always think perspective is over-rated anyway. Ever since my graphics teacher in high school made me learn classic perspective drawing, I bloody hated it. It’s like wearing tight collars.
Anyway, Saturdays seem to be a double challenge for me to fit everything in. But I managed it. Now back to the tennis.
Yes, my obsession with this little maple tree continues. I really do love it.
I actually began this sketch yesterday, but conveying a sense of the garden using only black ink is a bit beyond my skill. Today, I tried gluing tissue paper over the sketch for mass colour and then drawing some detail over the tissue paper in black. This works better, but has the drawback of ending up with the dining table and the rug underneath it covered in torn up bits of sticky paper and me covered in glue. I feel like I’ve got glue gloves on, despite application of citrus hand cleaner and hot water.
I do like the effect of layering you get with tissue paper, though, especially when the colours come together in unexpected and lovely ways.
Better go clean up the mess now.
Whoops, another day when I’m too tired…a restless night last night. I took this pic outside and it was a bit late, so it came out all blue. Peaches are delicious right now and such pretty colours, yellows and soft reds. And they seem so right to eat on a warm day.
And now I’m going to go and stew what’s left of my brain in another episode of ‘West Wing’; my God, do I love that series and I have to return the dvd tomorrow, you see.
I find coloured pencils very frustrating to work with; it’s so hard to get any depth. The warm, soft tones of these roses just cried out for some colour to be applied, however, and the sketch paper is too thin to take paint. Here are the actual subjects in all their voluptuous glory, although not in the same setting:
Only paint could do them justice, really.
And what do you think of the teapot? I found it in an op-shop on Saturday, but the boys hate it. ‘Squat and ugly’ was their verdict. Myself, I thought it was rather elegant.