In addition to all the other goings-on, I have mislaid my camera, so all I can give you is crappy webcam snapshots of my art. Which is discouraging.
I have, for approximately the twelfth time, forgotten how to keep an art journal, and so I am resorting to the index cards again. I am doing one per day, whether actually on the day or not, and this is one from last week. My friend Nan is the remorseless fiend responsible for my Captain America situation, so it is only fair that I make her watch Agent Carter with me. (It’s on ABC! You should watch it too if you like any of the following: spy shenanigans, the 1940s, Marvel superheroes, women being awesome, extremely British men being adorable, the above hat. /end plug)
I got a gift card to the craft store for Christmas, so I spent part of it on the Polycolor pencils I have been eyeing for a while. They are pretty sweet! More testing is required.
Yes, that upper right-hand one was done for the prompt “magenta”, and yes it was totally phoned in. (The 14th was extremely busy, in my defense.) I’m pretty proud of the other two, though.
Broke out my trusty glitter gels for this lady. I’m practicing drawing different types of hairstyles, cos we can’t ALL have flowing waist-length tresses, right? (“Vivat Regina” means “long live the queen”. I am all about queens. And princesses. And tiaras for all, really.)
This is a review of an imaginary book, using text from old encyclopedia articles, including an AMAZINGLY condescending one about Elizabeth Barrett Browning. (Did you know she was only a “minor poet” because her emotions were too strong? *eyeroll*)
I may have used up my month’s supply of purple, but it was worth it.
I’ve actually been doing an index card a day since the end of April. I know, I’m a rebel.
See, I’m not good with challenges because I am the kind of obsessive person who will freak out and give up if I miss one solitary single day. So I wanted to do ICAD this year, but if I was going to be sure to finish I would have to form the habit first.
Also, yes, I admit it, I just wanted an excuse to buy a stack of index cards.
Anyway, here is my first OFFICIAL index-card-a-day:
A somewhat crappy photo, but that’s how we roll around here. Starting early, taking lousy pictures, smoking in the girls’ bathroom…
So yeah, that happened. Ordinarily I’d whine like a baby for my mother to deal with it, but she’s been deathly ill this week, so I had to put on my big girl panties, and lo and behold it just wasn’t as big a deal as I’d thought it was. (My biggest problem was convincing the stupid thing to fly UNDER the window sash and not keep trying to climb through the glass. Insects, man.)