Overlook, watercolor and dip pen (5×7), 2007
This is a watercolor I painted last week for one of my uncles as a Christmas gift. I painted it from a photo I took while driving along the Blue Ridge Parkway last October. I had been promising my uncle a painting for a long time and I wanted to paint this scene anyway. Everyone liked it so I take it as a good sign, although I would have liked to have made it a lot better. I have not really gotten the hang of watercolor yet and I still feel like it is hit or miss for me. I would love to take a watercolor class or read some watercolor books in the upcoming year.
Jeet and I are getting ready to move this weekend so everything is in flux. I don’t think I am going to be able to spend any real time on artwork until next week sometime and I am feeling a bit frazzled with everything going on.
Gluten free cranberry orange scones, watercolor, 2007
Penguin Tealight, pen and colored pencil, 2007
First Snow, pen and ink, 2007
We had our two first real snowstorms of the year this past week. Fortunately, I did not have to drive in the stuff but Jeet did and he did more than his fair share of shoveling and digging out cars. Thursday was generally a yucky day and I didn’t do very much of anything, regrettably. Sunday, on the other hand, was very nice. I spent the day lazing around my parent’s house and catching up on blogs. I also got some productive work done: I did a mass scanathon and studied some Bengali besides taking a half hour out to do a little sketch.
Snowy House, pen and ink, 2007
Blue Lake Sketch, watercolor (4×6), 2007
Moody Scene, watercolor (4×6), 2007
This is what I’ve been feeling like for the past year. It’s amazing to me how sick I have become of watching tv. For the first time in the past year I have been getting up and doing things even when I have pain and, surprisingly, the pain isn’t so bad when I’m occupied.
Ruggles Pappas (1993-2007), watercolor
We had to put Ruggles down in October because he was doing very poorly. At the end, he had a stroke and could only move one side of his body so we couldn’t let him suffer anymore. I do miss him but am happy that I was able to say goodbye to him. Everytime I visit my parent’s house, I catch myself looking for him. Yesterday, I heard something that sounded like his chain and for a second I thought it was him. I painted this little watercolor from an old photo of Ruggles when he was still in the puppy stage. As he got older, he became afraid of cameras so we didn’t get many pictures of him but I found a stash of early photos while cleaning my parent’s attic a few weeks ago. I am planning on doing a series of pieces from those photos when I can. He did have a good life—he was 14.