Gah!!!!
I am having some real artist's block. Or something.
It is seriously driving me crazy and everything I try to do isn't really coming out how I want it to...it is awfully annoying.
I'll get something together and post it...soon.....!
I've been trying to do a lot more black-and-white watercolors off photographs....and I was doing this awesome photo of the Beatles, and it was all going great except for when I got to JOHN!
COME ON JOHN! WHY ARE YOU SO FREAKING HARD TO PAINT?!?!?! AGGHHHHH.......
I'm fine, though. Soon I'll do a successful watercolor of some famous person. There are lots of possibilities and I can avoid John Lennon.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Japanese Treats
What a pathetic blogger I am!!
I don't even want to know how many day's it's been since Chapter Three cont'd.....
Well. I've been really busy, or something, and I just haven't gotten around to posting in a long loong time... (and every day I thought COME ON POST SOMETHING and then, always, some thing or another would distract me and then it would be the next day and I would think, COME ON POST SOMETHING! TODAY! And I didn't, and the cycle repeats itself. Also I have recently started to follow the blog of the artist Tommy Kane. Me: Wow! Tommy Kane posts something, like....every other day! And then.... Me: I used to do that..... :(
But I'm posting now!!! Yesss! Time to move on.
I have just received as a present (from Japan!)....a big box of weird Japanese treats!
I absolutely love the packaging. I think I might have to frame the yellow chick one. :)
Cheers!
-Ava
I don't even want to know how many day's it's been since Chapter Three cont'd.....
Well. I've been really busy, or something, and I just haven't gotten around to posting in a long loong time... (and every day I thought COME ON POST SOMETHING and then, always, some thing or another would distract me and then it would be the next day and I would think, COME ON POST SOMETHING! TODAY! And I didn't, and the cycle repeats itself. Also I have recently started to follow the blog of the artist Tommy Kane. Me: Wow! Tommy Kane posts something, like....every other day! And then.... Me: I used to do that..... :(
But I'm posting now!!! Yesss! Time to move on.
I have just received as a present (from Japan!)....a big box of weird Japanese treats!
I absolutely love the packaging. I think I might have to frame the yellow chick one. :)
Cheers!
-Ava
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Chapter Three ~CONTINUED~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
There was a little
clock hanging on the wall, dark against the pink-rose wallpaper. It was a
pretty thing. A thin, lacy metal design bloomed from the edges and there were
flowers painted along the edges in only slightly faded yellow paint.
It was only the hands
that caused Nolie to scowl and sigh and stare. She lay very still on the bed
and stared at the minute hand; two tick-marks past the three. Then she closed
her eyes and groaned, inwardly, because the clock still read 9:17 in the morning and she knew her glaring at it
wasn’t moving it along any faster.
Nolie stayed in the
same position with her eyes still shut for as long as she thought she could bear
it. (I will lie here, pretending to be
asleep, right up until ten thirty, she thought, and tried very hard to
relax, which is something difficult to do intentionally.)
When Magnolia was
sure she must have been sprawled there for about a half an hour, the clock
proved her wrong. In fact, when she checked it showed she had been lying face
down on her quilt for about eight minutes.
Nolie gave a very
deep, drawn-out sight and plodded over to the window seat. Outside, the sun was
shining. Sun! The weather had been nothing but grey clouds and rain for the
past week. And of course on the one day
the weather is BEARABLE—and in this case, it’s BEAUTIFUL, I’m being forced to
stay inside and go mad. She slumped and shut her eyes, scowling out the
window and remembering—‘Why don’t you
girls go and make yourselves comfortable until half-past ten?’ She’d sat down
at the little round table in the OTHER dining room they were in. The
less-than-grand one. ‘I mean upstairs.’ Mrs. Caddigan spoke in a honey-sweet
voice. There was an edge there, though, a tone that told them they had all better
go up to their rooms, now. From that moment on she’d made up her mind to
despise Mrs. Caddigan. Her white-blond helmet was scaring her, anyway…hair wasn’t
meant to be that stiff. Ever. Opening her eyes, Nolie checked the clock. It
was 9:36. THIRTY-FOUR MORE MINUTES. OH
PLEASE, PLEASE HURRY…
She exhaled. ‘A deep,
calming breath.’ That was what her and Cora’s private tutor, Mrs. Fortescue,
was always telling them—“Take a deep, calming
breath, girls—just let your mind relax.”
It drove her insane, but Nolie had to admit, it would be nice if breathing
like that actually calmed her down. The light filtering in felt so nice on her
face…she sat back and let her eyes close once again. The window-seat cushion
was very soft. Her mind was wandering: fluttering and landing on a thought, but
briefly. Always moving. She thought about the cook, who she’d seen when they’d
been in the little dining room with Mrs. Caddigan. She made her think of a
clothespin doll; a very round face and red cheeks, but the rest of her as straight
as a meter-stick and about as thin as well. A meter-stick wearing a black dress
and frilly apron without any stains. Then she wrinkled her nose and thought of
Mrs. Caddigan, with her blond helmet-bob and her dress that fit tightly and
came down off both her shoulders in the most ridiculous way. It was black and
purchased in Paris, along with her floaty silk scarf. (She wore this tied, ever
so daintily, in a loose knot around her neck.) Her heels were strappy and aqua-blue,
and “one thousand one hundred ninety-five
dollars from Gucci” as Cora had informed her earlier. (How did she know
this? Nolie had no idea.) Her last thought before she started drifting was how much, exactly, does this woman spend on
clothes every year? After that, she napped peacefully: lying in the sun and
dreaming of clothespin dolls.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
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I AM SORRY TO EVERYONE
I KNOW I HAVE NOT POSTED IN MORE THAN A WEEK.
why isn't it letting me type a space while holding down shift
So sad! Just wait! Something's coming, today or tomorrow....
Hold On!
-Ava
I KNOW I HAVE NOT POSTED IN MORE THAN A WEEK.
why isn't it letting me type a space while holding down shift
So sad! Just wait! Something's coming, today or tomorrow....
Hold On!
-Ava
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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