When I got on the scales this morning for the first time this month, I nearly croaked. Up five pounds since the last weigh-in. What a nice way to start the day.
I can't figure out how this is possible.
Except that I have been sitting on my butt since July, when the temperatures approached the 100 mark and I put down the hoe and picked up the paintbrush.
My second chalk pastels class is this morning. The art supply bag is packed and loaded in the car, along with my art board, to which is clipped the colored pencil portraits of #'s 3 and 4. If I can work up the courage to actually take the portraits into the classroom, I am going to ask for advice on shading the faces. Although I worked on #4's face yesterday and improved it somewhat, she still looks like a haint.
I hope the instructor doesn't ask to see the chalk pastel paintings we've done between classes. My one attempt at using the chalks at home turned out very badly. Yesterday, I took a paper towel to the thing and wiped off most of the chalk, corrected the under-drawing, and started over. Chalk pastels smear something awful, and I have not learned to keep my drawing hand off the paper. The re-do isn't any better than the first attempt.
Gotta run.
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