Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Chaco By The Fire
With Jim's and my time sucked up by continuing and trailing loose-end projects on the house, we've become pretty good at tucking small creative things in while waiting for the contractor to arrive, or paint to dry or deliveries. My studio is still only that cool refuge downstairs that Jim and I retreat to with a glass of wine in the evenings, to watch the sun go down over the garden. All my studio furniture and equipment is there in disarray, still waiting to be organized into a functioning space for painting and writing. However, for the time being, I can put in fifteen minutes here and there with Procreate on my iPad, or macrame a beaded cord on a clipboard for a pendant, etc.
The above is "painted" in Procreate from another photo of a friend's old Maine Coon cat. The only part of the photo left that I haven't painted over is the center of the cat's face. And even there I've enhanced it. The background is a fabrication on my part, the cat just looked like he needed to be by a fireplace. A regal animal, for sure.
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Wow, I really like the colors in this one. The cat looks like a fantasy creature. Beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joyce! I'm getting bolder with the inventiveness. Did you figure out your mermaid?
DeleteNo i have not figured out the mermaid. Currently she is banished. I thought about setting her free in the bay at one point :) An idea will come when it is time, but apparently it isn't time, and like other works before her, I am just going to have to wait it out. Thanks for asking.
DeleteIsn't that the truth, Joyce. Have you asked her what she wants?
DeleteShe wants mobility, and that is what I can't figure out, how to make her mobile in a way that looks like she is immersed in liquid. So she is still banished. My daughter and I are going to the craft store, hoping an idea might come to me while I am there.
ReplyDeleteWell, I so hope for a beneficial outcome for you, and the mermaid. I've had a special kinship with mermaids since I carried a tiny invisible one around in a water-filled coffee can when I was seven.
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