Blue Yonder

Burning Man

What do you get when you add together a crazy hot day, three goofy kids, a little body paint, some bubbles, several buckets of water, some light up hula hoops and a swing your hair around and shake it like its your birthday soundtrack (including the likes of Lenny Kravitz, Deee Lite and some Starry Eyed Surprise)? 

Why, your own personal Burning Man festival, of course!

We are embracing the heat, people. We are owning it. (That, or we've totally lost our ever loving minds. You be the judge.)

We are the sun. We ARE the Burning Man!

(and, no,  I still cannot hula hoop, after all these years. I thought maybe I'd grown out of my awkward phase, but no. No I have not. All three of my spawn can hula just fine though. Clearly they did not inherit my utter lack of rhythm. Must be a recessive gene :-)

Tango

Gonna be a crazy week, but so far it's a lazy, do-what-you-like kinda weekend. So... I thought I'd go ahead and get my contribution to IF in. 

This week's theme is "Tango," so I give you... 

Henry, who finally, in a fit of passion, worked up the courage to ask her to dance. 

 

 And did they ever... 

Whoa.

Do you know that all day long I thought it was Friday? All. Stinking. Day. 

What the heck is wrong with me? I would start googling early onset dementia, but I know myself better than that. A surefire way for me to acquire new symptoms is to go around reading about them. 10 minutes on MedicalAnswers.com and I walk away with at least 4 self-diagnoses. 

In the fifth grade I kept a nurse's reference book under my bed. In that one year alone I had malaria, leukemia, thyroid problems, lupus, lyme disease, jaundice and the plague. My mother finally confiscated the book, and I was miraculously cured until the 6th grade came around and we were required to dress for P.E. at which point I developed a severe case of ongoing nausea.  

Anyhow, thanks for being so supportive of my creative endeavors, y''all, You're the best bloggy friends EVAH!

Here's a few of the things I scribbled in my spanking new sketchbook today, which was not, in case you wondered, Friday. 

Nope, it was Thursday. All day long.  

Now really, have yourself a wonderful weekend :-)

Hollow

"I am always doing that which I can not do, 

in order that I may learn how to do it." - Picasso

At the last minute today I decided to get over my fear of being in the presence of "real artists." So, I did a very quick sketch of this week's Illustration Friday topic and submitted it.

The topic is "hollow," so I whipped up this little drawing, gave it a quick color wash and was, all in all, pretty pleased with it, and also pretty pleased with myself for working up the nerve to join in with all those amazingly talented people. 

That was until I noticed that all my hatred of this dang heat and the subsequent pining for fall has created a little bit of an anachronistic flaw in this illustration. Baby birds? In the fall? 

Crud. 

Oh well. It's my world and I can draw it any way I want to. Right? 

Right. 

There's lots of other flaws in this sketch. Lots. But that's alright. It's a start. 

Now it's your turn. Go out and do something that scares you. Even if you mess it up, you'll still be proud of yourself. 

Have a great weekend, folks!

Ain't She Purty?

 

 Colorized. I think I'd like to be her when I grow up :-)

This little lady was sketched in pencil on Strathmore Bristol Smooth 300 series paper,  inked in with an XS Faber-Castell PITT artist pen in Black 199 and watercolored with Daler Rowney Artists' Watercolors.