It’s vacation. Full of family and chaos and bad food…bad for you, not bad-tasting, unfortunately. Or fortunately, depending on whether you have to go to the doctor for a checkup this week (sigh). I’m managing to get some drawing done, though, although sometimes it’s like I’m pulling it out of my brain like a tapeworm. It keeps breaking and I have to stare at the blank spaces on the paper for 17 minutes until I get a piece of it back. Or like last night, just go to bed and after 10 minutes of tossing and turning and can’t get comfortable, all of a sudden it pops into my head and no way am I getting out of the warm bed to go draw that. I type a note to myself on the phone instead. I do still remember it this morning, but the note guarantees I’ll remember it.
So here’s how it went. I was standing around waiting for my brother and his kids to surface on Saturday, so I worked on the skeleton, after making the decision to continue it below her arm. It would have been weird if I didn’t.
I was really just paranoid about a million rib bones. It turned out OK.
Then I added a tree with hands on the other side. I like trees. They’re in lots of my quilts. They usually have fruit of some kind…this one is a bit strange. I believe those are peaches…and hands.
Adding feminist symbols throughout.
Because that’s what should be graffiti on a stove.
Still need something under that hand. Think it will be a cat. Not sure.
The boys and bro are finally free, so off to Balboa Park for a train museum, climbing, running, wrestling, and Pokemon Go.
Saturday night was dinner and sleep, blessed sleep. Then Sunday morning, all the way up to the OC for the extended family party. Got my bro, his two boys, and my monsters all in one picture. A miracle.
Girlchild is still working on the essay that is due today. One cousin is listening as they discuss politics and policymaking.
Then came home and started to draw again. Winged death in the stove window…makes sense to me.
Girlchild is still working, with puppy assistance.
I keep drawing. Probably am going to cut out that baby, draw a new one, and tape it back in there. I think I decided that around 1 AM. Did not get up and DO IT at 1 AM.
I’m still debating whether the bottom is finished at this point. The right side seems unfinished…
So I add stuff. Honestly, I need to add one more thing, but I’m not sure what it is yet.
It’s a cat. I keep thinking that so it must be that.
Finally I head to the…head. It’s been hard to consider the head, but it finally spoke to me (I stared at this space for quite a while).
At the same time, the skull spoke.
There they are together. The hair was an issue, but that’s what I went to sleep with…and it slammed into my brain during the toss-and-turn stage. My brain is like a salad. It needs tossing.
So hopefully sometime tonight I’ll get that done. Girlchild is going a little crazy with the essay-writing…puppy likes pets.
And another branch down. Sheesh. I can’t even see where it came from in the tree. But it’s a big one. More cleanup.
Today is more cousin action, once we get out of here (getting there)…but the drawing. I think it will be finished today. I have Christmas stuff to do as well (not today!). I’m panicking slightly, but hopefully that will go away. I have a lot to do over break…I find I do better once all the Christmas stuff is under control. Ha! Whatever that means.
*The Fray, How to Save a Life