I don't know which are worse; week days or weekends. That is in terms of trying to stretch the time of the day into longer hours. I end up with such a long 'to do' list that I end up achieving little purely because the scope of the list is overwhelming at times. Tripod, as usual, tries to help but success is out of his range.
This morning I sketched out the beginnings of a couple of oil paintings, but got no further than that before the realities of day to day functioning took over - i.e., housework, errands, cooking, etc. So now its evening and I'm prepping for some classes tomorrow. I know the subject but find that teaching drawing can be wearing or will be until I get the curriculum to a place where I can revolve it. Its getting there and perhaps in another month it will be fine. The night before a class is always a scurry to ensure the class prep and demo is in place to my satisfaction.
My thoughts of some plein air sketching were dashed by rain before noon, but I may try tomorrow after class if I have any energy left by then.
4 comments:
Try a pencil in his paw for best effect! ;)
i'd say Tripod is mirroring the way you feel right now, Jeanette. he looks pretty pooped out. hard day at the drawing table.
Isn't he a real ham for the camera Katherine? I swear he'd pose for anything.
At this point, yes, I'd say you're right Billie. I'm ready to flop over the drawing table about now too.
I've just found this wonderful photo of Tripod. It's a winner.
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