Of far away places via window-swap.com
The watercolor is incidental and unrelated to 30 years ago today.
30 years ago today, my grandmother died. She was the glue holding the extended family together. Others have flirted with this responsibility, and had moderate success. Grandma did it like it was second nature, and completely effortless.
I’ve known more years without her in my life than I knew with her in my life, and that leaves me a little melancholic. I also know how special her presence was in my life, and how lucky I was to have her love for the years I did, and that leaves me with gratitude.
Thanks for stopping by!
The 2020 Moleskine diary is going to be shelved at the end of the coming week. Trying to help it go out with a bang.
In an hour and a half. Dog had her appointment, and I had time.
In the backyard…butterfly stopped by a few times to say hello. Drawing leaves is a fussy business. It was meditative for a little while and then, with half a pot to go, I took a break.
There’s a new theme developing as a result of my sloth…sitting. I need to get up and move around more and more often. Hard to sketch while strolling. I might fall into a hole or walk into a tree. Just because these things happen predominantly in cartoons and sitcoms doesn’t mean they can’t and don’t happen in real life. They are just less likely to be filmed in real life.
I think we’ve gotten a little off topic.
I was sitting on the front porch sketching a banana plant I’d separated and repotted earlier in the day.
I centered the pot incorrectly which means the top of the plant was popped off. My grandmother specialized in taking photos of people without the tops of their heads. The tops were out if the frame, they weren’t actually chopped off…oh dear, no. So lopping off tops must be genetic in some way. I’ll have to see if there is a study out there to support my assumption.
While I was sketching I was also listening to Mark Maron’s “Thinky Pain” show. Funny show, and now I have a thinky pain.