Slow Stitching/Slow Drawing

Occasionally, I slow down in my small journal where I do daily pen sketches. I finally figured out that slow drawing is similar to slow stitching. I particularly like these two pages, one of my son and one of a chicken bowl, which I did over several days and will probably never "finish"... 

Cross-overs

I seem to have developed a habit of sketching during dinner (easier than stitching at the dinner table!) since it's just the ol' man and me. This does not impinge on interpersonal communication since I can talk at the same time. 

Last night I decided to draw on a scrap of fabric with a permanent pen (Copic Multiliner 0.5). I've been thinking about inserting watch & clock faces into at least one of my pieces about ageing. That idea would require more than one or two faces, maybe a bunch. That's a pleasant thought. Without hands...maybe the hands should be floating on the outside of the face...haven't decided. 

And then, to stitch or not to stitch...still ruminating.

Relief

Just inching along--with relief--on the reverse side of my jeans bag.

A quiet evening...

Made it to 75

Although I can't seem to be able to catch up to anything, I did manage to finish the 75-day pen-sketching challenge.













And now I will keep going as there are 300 pages to fill in this small journal...enough for at least another year. I think I'll add colored pencils to the mix.



And today, I think I can finally do some stitching after a two week hiatus. I can't think right and I feel unfocused when I can't stitch....

Back in the Saddle

Yup, I'm trying to climb back into the saddle after falling completely off the wagon--and I owe you an apology for the abuse of clichés, but they struck me as kind of funny in an absurd way. Suffice to say that my teaching load has become heavy and with all the excitement over elections in Tunisia, nobody has been able to settle into a routine, and here we are almost at the end of the semester. 

So I did a two-page spread in my sketchbook of one of the many absurdities facing me at work. It helped me get over the poorly conducted teacher "training" day for the new, super duper language lab that looks beautiful--but doesn't work. Fortunately, there were no guns around or I would have shot myself as an act of mercy.

Note the interior design of the "award"--that's me snoozing away....