I've been trying to get back into watercolor painting, but seem to have lost my motivation. A couple of months ago, I packed up all of my painting supplies, they had sprawled all over the place. The amount of money I was spending on supplies was getting a bit out of hand, which would usually be fine but I'd buy something to try it out and then wouldn't ever use it again.
Reading some of the art/drawing/sketching blogs I follow got me into drawing pencil sketches in my Moleskine notebook. Nothing formal, just doodles really with a regular No.2 pencil. But it got me thinking:
How convenient it would be to just be able to engage in a right-brain activity with just a pencil and paper and
My interest seems to have taken a turn for facial drawings. I have always shied away from drawing faces because my drawing skills are not all that good, and so faces are a challenge. But I decided to check out the YouTubes for instructional how-to videos, and goodness is there a wealth of excellent resources there.
The main trick is to learn the proper ratios of where eyes, noses, ears and mouths happen on human faces. I find it interesting that once you get these down, faces pop off the page like magic. My facial drawings are still not that great -- I wouldn't try to draw someone and expect anyone to be recognizeable -- but it's been a fun departure from my usual struggles with watercolor trees:
One thing I must say is that the pencil makes a huge difference. This is one of the first drawings I've done using an art-quality graphite pencil, and for whatever reason it produces much better results than my usual No.2 pencil. I like the way her hair worked out. My initial attempts looked like helmets or strangely shaped berets.
Here are some links to the videos I found most useful for faces:
The past couple of months have been such a roller coaster ride. More horrific than I'd like to remember. What started out as a bad case of flu progressed to the point where I walked into the living room and found my room mate on the floor, unable to get up, throwing up.
I've been a nurse for twelve years, and I have always prided myself on my ability to handle stressful situations. I've been in too many code blues to count, and I can only think of one or two situations where I hesitated in doing what I've been trained to do, based on the horrific scene. But after a few seconds, the algorithms and training set in, more folks arrive, and we do what we do.
But that day, walking into the room and finding a loved one on the floor... I couldn't remember anything. Somehow, I got him back on the couch. It took a few minutes to register -- vitals! I need vitals! But he was too low for me to hear with my stethoscope, pulse thready and weak.
We made it to the ER. Too sick to come home. In fact, he'd end up on the intensive care unit, multiple IV fluid boluses, IV antibiotics, pain medications. A week sleeping on the reclining chair, forgetting to eat for almost three days, going home for a couple of hours to feed the cats, all while working my usual shifts.
My co-workers were there, taking good care of him. They supported me in my time of need. No idea how many shoulders I cried on, so deep was my worry. The parade of specialists -- pulmonology, infectious disease, hematology-oncology. Every day wondering if that was the day the axe would fall on all of our hopes and dreams. Every doctor couching every statement with the worst case scenario, even the C word was bounced around for a few days. It was terrible.
After a week of telling them all that he couldn't eat because of his sore throat, the sore throat that always came back as tonsillitis, after a week of that, a CT showed that it really was tonsillitis. He felt better within an hour of the first IV dose of prednisone (which we asked for the night he came throught the ER). He was home two days later.
It's now been a couple of months, and things have returned to normal. Insurance thankfully covered just about everything, and he's eating and drinking as usual.