Well, after a long wait I'm finally finished. Sadly, I'm unable to scan it as a) it's too big for my scanner and b) my usual method of splicing two pieces together won't seem to work now as they're scanning in two different tones and I just can't get them right. So, I was reduced to taking a digital photo of it which makes me very sad as I'm actually pretty proud of this one and I would like to scan it to show the detail. Hopefully I'll figure out a way to do it at some point.
No drawing has ever taken this long for me to finish. I don't think I spent more hours on it than I usually do I just had to do those hours over long periods of time. I don't even think my son looks like he does in that picture anymore, thats how long it's been! He crawls all over the place now and is trying to walk and talk and at the time I took that picture to draw he was barely sitting up on his own. I was able to finish the drawing thanks to his independence and jacks big music show on noggin.... Sam's favorite tv show. Gave me one solid hour of drawing in the morning! lol
I hope to start something new soon, I have a few things in mind. I just have to pick one, and hopefully it won't take me as long to finish. I definitely have more time now that he's older.
As for the drawing:
Size : 9X12 drawn on 11X14 paper Used: Graphite (had to get used to them again) 6b-hb, gum eraser, tortillion, and cotton swabs. Time: your guess is as good as mine
Again, it really is much better than my camera picked up. It was hard to get the lighting right to get a picture of it where it wouldn't glare. It still looks kind of blury. I worked hard on making the towel look like terrycloth and get the stitching on the boat on his towel to look right. Whether it's perfect or not, it's a personal achievement... it was hard to believe that I could get back to drawing after my son was born and this just proves to me that it's possible and I can have the best of both worlds and I can't wait to hang it up on my wall, the first of many drawings I will do of my son!
I don't like the show entitled 'Bridezillas' on WE tv.
The women on the show are depicted as selfish and whiny. Some are even shown as being abusive to others--most notably their grooms-to-be.
For example, I saw one episode when the 'bridezilla' called her future groom a 'fat pig' for buying a small bag of doughnuts, deeming him as 'disguisting.' [link]
There was another episode where a bride forced her will on her groom-to-be by grabbing his privates. She also abused her best friend/Maid of Honor In. Front. Of. The. Latter's. Child. [link]
I find this very disturbing.
It would be one thing if it was a show that portrayed the horrible truth about domestic abuse/violence.
It would be one thing if it was part of a spoof or comedy skit that exaggerated or caricatured such unlikeable individuals--I'll admit to being amused by such depictions myself
But this is a reality show. It's not a comedy nor is it a meaningful show that depicts the painful truth of abuse and/or the pain of those who go through it or those who have survived it.
I feel that this show does nothing but teach young girls that hitting a male is perfectly fine and acceptable.
If this was a show about grooms hitting, degrading, and all-in-all abusing their brides-to-be the grooms would have been sent to jail and the show would have been off the air before the first season was finished.
But for some reason when it's a bride hitting, degrading, and all-in-all abusing her groom it's fine.
Wading through a sea of grass alive with the cool breeze of an open grassland, he ran his hands over the feathery surface of the golden water. A great sun from his memory shone with warm brilliance over the fields, and he revelled in what comfort he got from that light – a sun quite unlike the one he knew now that scorched the dead earth to dust, then hid its face beneath grey shrouds in brooding.
Past the rolling hills of grass, he stood at a stout wall of rock. Stroking the grey stones with his hand, he walked along the length of the wall and the stones submitted their warmth to him at his touch, but yielded little else. He opened his arms, and the breeze blew his hair and pulled at his tunic, but there was nothing more.
Looking around him, the fields of grass extended and stretched into eternity and he felt himself shrink as the world grew and enveloped him and, strangely, he felt no longer the heat of the sun, but neither warmth nor cold… Then he closed his eyes and opened them again, and he found himself returned to the field beside the rocks under the warm safety of the sun.
Over the fields of grass was a long building that lay in the shadow of a great oak that had borne neither nut nor flower for as long as he could remember. It was late winter, and it bore no leaves, as well; its mighty arms, though skeletal, were nonetheless grand. His father's place, sheltered from the sun's warmth and light. Closing one eye and extending an arm, he imagined reaching out and touching it with the wistful hope of a small child, but with both eyes open, distance and the warm wall of stone barred his way.
Turning away from the building, he felt the wind in his face and it refreshed him, and he let it run its course around his body and tug with vain fingers at the fabric of his tunic. He directed his face to the sun, but found it had disappeared beneath the form of the building that lay in the distance.
He walked the length of the wall, arms spread so that his hands touched both rock and grass - always into the east.
The world thinned...
* * *
Throughout the first book, Luke is ever seeking his father who abandoned him as a child. He journeys west from his home, gazing longingly into the east, yet still eventually finds himself in the land of the Morning Star... but that belongs in teh second book.
This is the first of several dreams he has of his past home - highly symbolic and eventually prophetic, they reveal more about himself than he first realises...
Keep both eyes open.
Another speedpainting, except this began with a stock sunset image and a picture of an oak tree. The clouds were fun to repaint, and I debated using full colour in lieu of black silhouettes... but the black is wonderfully symbolic in context, so I left it.