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.... 

Bag Jag, 8

Thankfully, my stitching keeps me calm despite the bumps in the road of life in Tunisia. I've been picking up my needle often as elections approach--there's a lot at stake. Last night I dreamt that I returned to the States with only one suitcase in hand. Fortunately, I don't experience prophetic dreams; it' just anxiety rising to the surface.

The rings for the strap are now installed...top zipper is next.

Some Progress

I'm liking these colors so much that I just want to pick my jeans bag up all the time to stitch on it.

The plaid is interesting to work with as it gives more of a variegated effect and adds some depth.

Overlap

Things seem to be overlapping--I've been practising fast people sketching for Sketchbook Skool in my 75-day challenge journal. 
Went out for errands and sketched a few people while sitting in the car (black page). Then I practised people in the park from the teacher's video (green page). 

The assignment is to go to the park and sketch the stories of people: THOSE WHO ARE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE PARKS SHOULD BE THANKFUL. Any green spaces left in Tunisia have filled with garbage.

I'm preparing for a big day, sketching university students in the entrance hall of the school--this will probably create an "event" as I know quite a few of them...

Soup Recipe

I would never presume to tell anybody how to cook, however, the assignment for Sketchbook Skool was to illustrate a recipe.

I hated the assignment--I have to cook every bloomin' day from scratch! Still, it's a good soup recipe for its simplicity.

But, I felt like I was in a straight-jacket. Shoot me!

Bag Jag, 7

It's beginning to look like something. I think the colors will swirl around to the left, onto the back and then around to the right front corner.

On My Sewing Table

The Pomegranate Tree sits on my sewing table waiting for me to find time to sit down with it and strike up a conversation. Slowly the machine quilting is getting done.

Bag Jag, 6

And so it grows...

Bag Jag, 5

Happily inching along late in the evening on my jeans bag.















And I'm rather pleased with the sketch of the day. Crossovers please me so much. You know what I really like about these daily journal entries? It's the take-a-line-for-a-walk. I just LUV wild lines. They might just take over...

Close Call

For ten chilling minutes, I thought I had left my small journal for the 75-day Challenge (a pen drawing a day) at work (meaning it would be lost forever). Wild thoughts raced through my mind, like "I won't be able to continue the Challenge...," despair. 












Then I checked my bag again and found it at the bottom (yeah, it's a big bag, has to be to carry art supplies and stitching). This made me realise how attached I have grown to this practice of diary entry, quote, sketch, take-a-line-for-a-walk, just using the humble ballpoint pen in black, green, blue or red. 




Fortunately, there are about 300 pages (6"x4") and I do both sides. I'm good for several years...as long as I don't lose it. Name & phone number are now on the first page.

Bag Jag, 4

Inching along in the wee hours of the night, listening to Piano Jazz, 

and looking at "textile bags" on Pinterest just for eye candy.

There's something about worn-jeans blue that speaks to my soul.

An agreeable evening...