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Portrait (not of self)

My husband paused “Sixty Minutes” last night and I did a sketch of the guest. Can you tell who it is?

Saint Catherine 

An image I got on the Internet a while ago and drew in pencil in my sketchbook. It seemed wrong to not give her any color (those rosy cheeks and blonde curls). 

The portrait was by Luini (never heard of him). Here was the drawing I did in pencil. It needed color, right?

Doodle with gear

I’m working on a larger piece but did this one at the same time. 

I guess you could see a face in this one. Here’s a stage before finishing with more black. 

Candy dish with African violet

I guess this could be considered an entry to Charlie’s food fest over at #doodlewash. I have this candy dish on the counter at work and the patients love it. They are Sunkist Fruit Gems.

Here’s a view of a Sunkist Fruit Gem and the candy bowl. A fine weekend to all!

Vibrant Saleslady

Returning something last night at the Landsend department at Sear and came across this lady vibrantly dressed and with a great attitude. I asked her (trying not to be creepy) if I could take her picture. She posed wonderfully for me! Did this little sketch before work because I wanted to use paint. 

She told us she works every day but Sunday “Sunday is for church”. She works so hard and yet was so lovely, well dressed and a joyous feeling about her. Way to go, sweet lady!

Here is the photo just so you can see how cute she is: 


Brooklyn Woman

I tried to sketch my daughter yesterday but she wouldn’t sit still. I like that I’m taking my sketchbook with me now. It helps!

I had a little trouble with the arm. Went over it in white gouache and redrew. 

Sketching around Boston

The Hilton is right down the street from Fanueil Hall and Quincy Market so I wandered over there. I nabbed a good spot in front of Quincy Market so I could attempt my first drawing of a building in a while. 

I had to replenish myself after all the walking in the hot September sun and found myself in front of a Middle Eastern cafe. The guy made me a fantastic falafel sandwich with tabbouleh and tahini sauce. While I was waiting I sketched the guy sitting in front of me reading the paper.  

All in all a lovely day. More to come. 

Rosemary and Cauliflower

Everyone is happy at the Farmers Market. People with children and dogs, cooking demonstrations, the local activists like Climate Change folks, flowers, and beautiful produce: all there in one place. I can even buy ostrich bones for my dogs. Here are a couple of sketches from the market. 

They also sell potted herbs.  


Fragment of a Dream

A particularly weird and vivid dream last night. My father owned a loft in a very old crumbling building in Paterson (in the dream). Walking through I saw this pile of drawers with the top one filled with rocks. Some had my father’s face painted on them. My father walked up holding a little mandolin guitar with the strings loose. I told him I could restring it but he wanted to keep it that way. Any dream interpreters out there? This one was a doozy.