2/7/11

Dusty and Malcolm

Dusty was having her usual dream of being a nursing kitten again, and was furiously kneading Malkie's tummy and purring loudly. Poor Malcolm sleeps right through it, even though his internal organs are being rearranged.

2/6/11

Hairpins

These are old hairpins that were my grandmother's. I felt like doing something light tonight.

2/5/11

Crumpled paper

I wanted to get out of my comfort zone and do something more complicated, and once again I was asking myself what I had gotten myself into. I stayed up much too late working on this, and I don't think it's successful... it looks more like a rock than paper to me. But, as I've said before, "It's the process, not the product!"

2/4/11

Cairn

More rocks from P.E.I. I do love rocks.

2/3/11

Alex on his laptop

I was inspired by Emily's drawings of her kids on the computer, and when I noticed Alex sitting there, I couldn't resist!

2/2/11

Sabu sleeping in a small box, black Prismacolor pencil

I frequently tell Sabu that he is so black that no light can escape from him.

2/1/11

Well.... not every day will yield a good drawing. I decided that I would do a self-portrait on the first of every month. I did the one on the bottom first, in black prismacolor pencil. I abandoned it and moved to another room with better light, and used pencil for the top one. Oh well, you can't get a good likeness every time. But it's the process, not the product, right?