No fiber stuff to share right now, so I’ve got drawings. I’m trying to spend more time drawing since I see it as a bridge between crafty me and artist me. Not that drawing is crafty. It’s just that I see myself as primarily a craftswoman and needleworker, but I can draw as well. So, since “real” artists draw, when I draw I feel more in touch with the artist I want to be.
We took my visiting mom and step-dad out to lunch today at a brewery restaurant that is filled with bears and bucks and pheasants and such. I brought my sketchbook and drew the bear watching over us. The rest of the drawings are from the life drawing sessions that I try to attend weekly, so if you are uncomfortable with male and female nudes, don’t scroll beyond the bear. Dad, I know you love my drawings so scroll to your heart’s content.
I don’t like what I did to her hip area so I have subsequently painted over it and added some other design elements. I haven’t bothered to photograph it yet because I think it’s still missing something.