Well, it was not easy, but it WAS fun. Caught the bookworm sitting in the darkened living room with just a reading light beam bouncing off the wall. I sat nearby using the ambient light to sketch the very striking silhouette of G Babe doing what she so loves to do.
Ink on that groovy PA RR Memorandum & Cash Book.
#womanreading #drawyourday
A ninety minute drawing of Giamila during a favorite activity. Some liberties taken with the color scheme.
Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pens on an old Pennsylvania Railroad Memorandum and Cash Book.
In a vineyard at the foothills of the Sierra De Salinas. Drawing plein air on a glorious day as grapes ripen in the morning fog and afternoon sun.
Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pens on watercolor paper.
#fabercastellusa #pittartistpens #pleinair #drawingonsite #viniculture
Made it to the USk meet up at the Lincoln Park Zoo. Choose to forgo my animal pals to draw lovely memorial to Eugene Field, beloved journalist at the Chicago Morning News and crafter of children’s poems. The statue “Dream Lady” references his poem below.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
sailed off in a wooden shoe —
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
the old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
that live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
as they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
that lived in that beautiful sea —
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish —
never afraid are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
to the stars in the twinkling foam —
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
bringing the fishermen home;
‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
as if it could not be,
And some folks thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
and Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
as you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
Yes, yer old Uncle Darn can be a complete sucker for a tender tribute. Ran out of time for the sky, perhaps if tomorrow has a similar sky….
Statue by Edward Francis McCarten
Waterfall and pedestal by Delano & Aldrich architects
Screenshot
Our nymph from the realm of Morpheus dust the wee ones with some dream inducing pollen of the poppy.
Fountain pen and DeAtramentis ink and Pit Artist Pens on watercolor paper.
