More practice on painting leaves. I want to perfect the technique my dad taught me to load the brush in such a way that a leaf or a bamboo stalk have a gradation of saturation, lending a rounded, 3-dimensional look to whatever I’m painting. Not quite there yet.
The title is a nod to Firefly, the short-lived cult-favorite tv series. 🙂
On Saturday, I hung out with my neighbor-friend (our wonderful chicken-sitter) to make jewelry together. I was in a warm, earthy-tones kind of mood, I guess. I made 5 good things instead of “One Good Thing.”
I officially have more jewelry than I’ll ever wear and need to sell a bunch.
Because my buddy Russell wants more bears…the dark brown one is writing down the Boltzmann Equation for entropy, in case anyone was wondering.
Today’s idiom is “back to the drawing board.”
Back to the Drawing Board
Humans…
you’d think as the only remaining
species in the genus,
they would come together
as kin,
but, no!
They’d rather fight
against and amongst each other,
bashing brains instead of using them
to make life longer
and brighter.
Maybe the next experiment
will be better stewards
of the planet
and each other.
“At the drop of a hat” was the idiom for today.
Is Chivalry All Wet?
A drop of rain
was what provoked
Walter to act
so she wouldn’t get soaked.
He dropped to his knees,
undid his cravat,
dropping his cloak
at the drop of a hat.
The idiom today is “add insult to injury.” Here are my poem (thanks to my sister for a bit of inspiration) and drawing.
Recipe for the Annihilation of the Human Species – from the cookbook “To Serve Man”
Stir all together.
Add insult to injury.
Cook in a small-minded pot.
Best served hot.
I’m going to try to participate in this month’s Doodle Day because the prompts are idioms (I love idioms so much that I had written a picture book manuscript based on it a few months ago…but apparently no one else loves it like I do…hah).
Feeling ambitious, I had also written a poem to go with the illustration. I suppose this makes up for the fact that the illustration is really merely a highly unfinished sketch.
Actions speak louder than words.
Says one thing; does another.
Points to you, but means your mother.
The shiny gems are really
glitter-covered turds.
Listen but also watch closely because
actions speak louder than words.
I’m channeling my favorite P.D. Eastman book, “Are You My Mother?” here. Now, before my awesome critique group buddies reprimand me for not working hard on my young adult novel that won at the #NESCBWI17 Pitchapalooza, I want to clarify that I did this drawing before I left for the conference so I’m not spending time drawing…just spending time POSTING drawings. I love my critique group buddies!
I don’t smell anything…
Even when the waters (and the rubber duckies) look friendly, you can still feel a little nervous.
It seems many heads of state are so into posturing to show who is the “bigger man” that they don’t even consider the idea that we could all get along…if only the heads of state weren’t lunatics and egotists.
For this piece, I started making a brownish blob that somehow turned into the bald head of an ogre-ish giant.
