April 26, 2013 § Leave a comment
The mask is almost done, colored with crayons to leave the impression that a child made it (no, actually I was too lazy to paint it; but it turned out that coloring is a very relaxing activity). Now it’s dad’s turn to mount it on cardboard and we will be in business for the procession tomorrow night. It’s supposed to be a lovely day, and I am excited. I am also feeling like a semi-professional angry-bird-drawer. Note that it’s a marketable skill…
April 25, 2013 § Leave a comment
The April festivities are not done yet. We have two animal processions to look forward to, one at J’s school on Friday, and the other in Olympia on Saturday. The latter is one of my favorite events of all. At J’s school, kids should dress as an endangered species, so naturally, J. asked for a piggy mask. After all, the piggies are endangered by the angry birds.
Now, seriously, I don’t understand the appeal of angry birds. I would like my child to be thoughtful and sensitive and ask me to make him a sea turtle costume. But he is who he is as he often reminds me, and so tonight we sat at the dinner table, he with his new activity book, drawing monsters, being calm for the first time in days; and I drawing a piggy with birds and piggies on its face, by special request. Of course I am not done. Who has time to finish such a project in one day? But I need to be done tomorrow, so I know what I will be doing at our weekly coffee shop outing tomorrow.
April 7, 2013 § Leave a comment
I spent the day at a conference I helped organize. Though the talks, all given by talented young undergraduates, were excellent, I couldn’t help but feel that on a Saturday I should be doing something else with my time. So I doodled. Once upon a time I took a drawing class and found it hard but fascinating. I loved the idea that you didn’t need to have talent in order to draw. And so today, while making my unremarkable doodles, I started remembering the drawing techniques I once learned, and thought to myself that I would really like to draw again.
So here are the doodles,
significant not for their merit, but for the fact that they have reminded me of a form of creativity I have not considered in years.