February 6, 2011
Spent this weekend on trying to master how to draw elephants so I can do it with my eyes closed if needed. Here's the progress of Baby Elephant:
The drawing stage complete

I start with the background. I used to do it the other way around, but it's harder to keep from messing up details when adding the background than to add details to the subject later.

The final result. Yes, it's the same elephant in five different poses.

February 3, 2011
I’m trying to make this website more kid friendly. I dread going through this blog and removing all the cuss words, so maybe I’ll just leave it. I changed the website colors, tried to make it happier looking, but I’m not much of a designer. I removed some of my ‘scary surreal’ drawings and I’ll be adding more nursery art, since that’s what I’ve been focusing on lately.
Still pregnant and if I thought I was huge a month ago, it’s nothing to how big I am now. I still have two or three weeks left to go. Besides the first three months when I was sick, I’ve had a fantastic pregnancy all the way to now. I kept from telling my pregnant girlfriends how great I feel because they seem to be having a harder time, but as my doula said to me today, I have to let people know that pregnancy can be enjoyable, else only the bad stories get out there. I’m 8.5 months pregnant and feeling fantastic! I can walk well though slow, nothing hurts, I love to watch and feel my belly move, my skin looks great, I have no stretch marks and I’m really happy.
My brain does not function as it used to though. Sometimes it takes a few tries for me to get something done. Like for instance I was in my room and I looked at my flowers and thought I should water them. I went to the kitchen to grab some water and I ended up opening the fridge and making myself a sandwich. When I went back to my room I saw the flowers again, but back in the kitchen I made myself some tea. I brought the tea to my room, laid down on the bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw the flowers again and acted immediately before they died of thirst and gave them my cold tea. I couldn’t trust myself with another run to the kitchen.
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