Finished (or Destroyed)

My original plan: a monochromatic scheme of greys and browns... What happened?

And why did I chop it all up with scissors?  I don't have the answer to these questions, although I will try from now on to avoid making art when I have a headache... I think my discomfort carried over into the work...

W.I.P. with Ink and Tape

W.I.P.

"Don't overthink,

Stay confused,

Reject boredom."

- Allan Espiritu

One Lovely Farm

Stephen's bike broke so Olivia and Seth and I left him behind, and while traveling one rocky road we passed by a particular farm.  We couldn't help but stop to look because there was an adorable donkey and a pony (a mirror image of Samwise Gamgee's good old Bill) and a large number of white ducks in a pen.  Later, as we passed the farm on our way back, Seth convinced Livy and I to dismount our bikes and walk up to the door with him.  He knocked.  "We were just wondering if we could come back later and paint your animals."  The lady was quite shocked and told us absolutely not.  The door was nearly closed when she suddenly opened it again and asked if we meant to paint the animals or paint a picture of the animals.  We had a good laugh.

She kindly welcomed us to come back later with our paints and sketchbooks.  I brought my watercolors, while Seth managed some very nice oil studies of the horses, mules, and donkeys as they munched a pile of hay.  We had no idea how many animals were actually on the farm until we came back that evening and they had all come out of the barn.  An old hound rested in the grass, a mother hen scurried around leading her little ones here and there, soft cats stepped daintily, investigating things, a baby pony came out with its mama... The white ducks were deathly afraid of Seth for some reason... after long moments of hiding they would come awkwardly outside, nervously muttering to themselves; I could sit and draw nearby, but the instant they caught sight of Seth they would all turn and speed-waddle back into the darkness of the barn, nearly tripping over one other in their hurry.

W.I.P.

One Day in May

Part 1: Toads in the Garden

Stephen and Olivia did a fantastic job weeding and raking the garden bed.  I meant to help, but by the time I stopped playing with the toads they had finished and walked back inside.

 Part 2: Before the Movie

Arriving too late for one showing and too early for the next, we walked around to kill some time.  It was a fortunate chance to exercise before consuming two jumbo popcorns.

The field between the cinema and the next retail store was nice enough.

Part 3:  Chasing the Possum

Alas, when I finally was close to it I realized my phone (thus my camera) was turned off due to previous movie adventure.  

Part 4: Arriving Home

Even after my family goes to bed, there are always gatekeepers watching as I step through the doorway.

Sparrow-of-the-moment

Actually, its a swallow.  I just wanted to give that pun a try.  Not sure it worked.