Cotton tail rabbits run amok at the apartment complex here in San Diego. They dig. Mostly shallow little holes to lay in and get cool. Then there are all the lizards – they are just the opposite – no digging – they climb up on stuff to get warm. The other day I saw one draped over a dryer vent sticking out of the side of our building.
This morning I drew myself, bed-head and all.
First I drew the one on the left – which I hate to show because it’s such a terrible drawing. I spent around 10 minutes on this one, focusing on each detail of my face – attempting to get proportions right – being real careful. At some point, the halfway decent artist in me realized that this was one of the worst drawings I’ve ever done. It is stiff and generic – proportions were way off – it looks nothing like me – there is no personality or gesture – I had no feeling of satisfaction after drawing it – terrible, just terrible. I was genuinely mad and my motivation to draw was fading. I decided to give it another try (drawing on the right) and this time I scribbled for maybe 2 minutes. I didn’t attempt to draw a literal translation of what I saw in the mirror – I hardly looked in the mirror at all. I just used what I knew of my face from the previous drawing and how I felt at the time. Now I see that the first attempt wasn’t a waste of time. It allowed me to identify what it lacked, what it had too much of and without it I wouldn’t have been able to make the better drawing.
The folks at Park Manor Retirement Home always appreciate a visitor – no matter who they are – as long as they bring cupcakes.
I got a lot of this type of thing when I was a kid – no more than anyone else I’m sure. As I remember it – the kids closely resembeled these taunting little twerps.
These are sitting on a shelf at our new place in San Diego. The breeze from the air conditioner was giving them a bit of animation. -Made me laugh, so I thought I’d share.
Here’s a small tribute to Townsend, Thiebaud and trucks that carry oranges on Interstate-5.
