The anatomy of a drawing
A few weeks ago I drew, framed and shipped Miss Sarah to her mother, Jessica. I couldn’t help myself. I just love those dimples! I had to draw them.
But Claire then said to me, “Um, Mama? Where’s my drawing?”
She’s such a slave driver, that 3 year old.
So the drawing of Claire is complete. It wasn’t easy – let me tell you. First, the paper went wonky. So I had to go buy new paper. Then my pencil sharpener stopped working and broke the charcoal. Then Mae pooped and it was everywhere.(Not on the drawing, though!) So…a few bumps along the way.
Here’s how it goes:
Of course, I have to see results NOW so I jump from feature to feature.
This was about the time Mae pooped (which she does so only once a week, therefore, you need a backhoe in order to clean her up.) When I got back, I forgot where I was so I just started wherever.
Then I started to work on her forehead again and quickly got bored. So I went back to the background. ADD shining on through, yet again.
The procedure isn’t all that clean, either. I have a tendency of wiping my brow, itch my chest, rub my cheekbone…and end up looking awesome. I love it, though. Claire tells me that I’m “Chalky.” Just ignore the fact that I was gross and sweaty, having just come home from Spin Class.
Here’s the culprit.
Then the culprit smudges my drawing…which frustrates me to no end.
But I get SO CLOSE to being done…
Then I finish! And I feel accomplished! And it almost looks like the photo! Yays all around!
Then it gets taped to the wall of fame! It used to be the door of fame, but the wind kept blowing them around, and Matt yelled at me, saying that I should take better care of my things which sounded an awful lot like, “This is why we can’t have nice things,” so now they’re temporarily in the hallway until I get mats and frames.
So they surround Claire’s painting. Fabulous!
And that, dear readers, is the anatomy of a drawing.