Creepy Trees are Made of
These
Being barely awake from
another night of rain listening put me in the perfect state to try to cram a
week’s worth of work into two days.
Anabelle had another fun
day at Kristen’s. Her mom called in for
pizza delivery for their lunch, specifying a pie, and two orders of garlic
knots. The tiny tin foil accompanying
the pizza box confused the girls at first, until they realized there was a
miscommunication at one of the key points and the delivery person brought them
“Two Garlic Knots.”
I picked her up on the
way home, where we both scarfed down a quick snack. Then it was on to Uptown Art for some quality
together painting time.
The “Spooky Moonlit
Tree” was a perfect selection for both of our sensibilities.
The few times I’ve been
there, I’ve felt a little overwhelmed that they go too fast. This time it
started to hit me that the speed is designed to prevent over thinking. Going
back to “adjust” something is where I normally have my biggest disasters.
Although this time, I
stared at a cloud that looked like it was behind the moon that bugged me for
most of the evening. Right before we left, I smudged it just right to make it
look like it was in front. I can be
taught.
I’ve also learned I need
to mix up twice as much paint as I think I need, even (he said in Hofstadterian
fashion) if I take that into account.
Anabelle went the full
Tim Burton with her picture, incorporating Nightmare
Before Christmas like swirls, and only highlighting certain branches to
make it look like the tree was stealing the moon’s light.
I had some other ideas
when I realized with a little brush wiggling, the black falling leaves could be
made to appear more bat like. I consider
it one of my life’s greatest moments of restraint that I put a tiny bat in
front of the moon instead of my original instinct:
Turning the moon in to a
giant, full on Bat Signal.
With our art…arted, I
brought her to Grandma’s for the night, and to show off our paintings.
She collapsed almost
immediately, while I went home to do more exercising and cleaning.
Yup, it was yet another
in a seemingly never ending series of nights where I should have gone to sleep
far earlier than I did.
Rosa being away had
nothing to do with that… I’m not a
“sleep when I’m dead” type though. It’s much more of an “I’ll sleep when I’ve
pushed myself too far, get sick and am unable to move for a week.”
2 comments:
I'm very impressed with both your paintings.
Thank you. The "Bob Ross" method really does work. Who knew?
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