Last year I assigned a grade twelve art class a design-a-tattoo warm-up assignment, partly with the intention of having the students investigate the symbolism and imagery associated with our names, birthdays, and birth places
My origins are associated with imagery that is both elegant and venomous. What does that say about me? (Eek.)
A friend commissioned me to illustrate an inside joke for her.
The story goes that the two women were deliriously sleep-deprived and sick as they were driving along in the countryside. One threw a banana peel out the window and cried “Au revoir, petite banane!” and they soon heard the loud SPLAT of the peel hitting a rock wall. Laughter ensued for miles.
The art teacher I am filling in for has a collection of bones for still-lifes. This week in the senior classes we’ve been drawing them (and drawing inspiration from them) for a few minutes each day. The origin of the animals is unknown, but now they are immortalized in a few dozen sketchbooks.
Teeth in watercolour. Desert musings in acrylic and collage.
(*I should have posted this a few months ago when I originally made this sketch.)
Throughout the summer and autumn, my neighbour’s beautiful french horn playing drifted into my apartment.
I think I know which house it’s coming from but I don’t know the player. I painted this for them.
I printed out a copy and taped it to the utility pole outside the house. Unfortunately, it’s rainy here and the colours ran. Oops!
Still, I’ve caught people looking at it and that feels good.
Now that it’s winter and our windows are closed, I don’t hear the horn as often and I miss it.