Just a couple of driving drawings. Obviously, I wasn't drawing whilst driving. That would just be dangerous. Although, it would be quite a skill. The car is a good place to draw for the shy. I absolutely cannot draw out in public, so the car is the closest I get to drawing outdoors. I have tried drawing al fresco and I hated it. I am just too uncomfortable with it. I am British, after all. I'm far too self conscious. And a recluse. Hey, we all have our own neurosis. 
The major mistake with this drawing is that I drew the boot whilst it was unzipped and unworn. I should have put it on, zipped it up and then drawn it. That, of course, would have shown a more shapely ankle. I mean, ladies, imagine in a gust of wind your bustle rose to reveal an unshapely ankle. Oh, the embarrassment. You'd be mortified, right?
How come whenever you really need a plaster there are only these ones left in the box?
There is not a great deal of drawing going on at the moment. I'm still wiped out after the last one. And still no colour. I do, however, have a pile of half finished drawings that seems to be growing all the time. Thought I'd finish one today. This one.
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Brrrrrrrrr. I've had a stomach bug today. It started last night and had really kicked in by this morning. I did this drawing in between vomiting (sorry, too much information). Which is my excuse for this piece of crap.
This was a complicated drawing. Drawing the compartments was complicated. Drawing the contents of each compartment was even more complicated. It was nearly as complicated as rocket science. Most definitely as complicated as quantum physics. Yet not as complicated as using my DVD remote control. All in all, it's safe to say, it was quite complicated. And long. Yes, it took a long time. A very long time. It took longer than the longest longboat took to get from Longsville to...erm...Longland. That long.
Just a quickie. Yesterday I had such a need to draw. I was craving drawing like a junkie who needed a fix. Actually, that's not a good analogy. I don't want to see drawing as an addiction. That would make it a negative thing, and drawing isn't a negative, it's my saviour for God's sake! Besides, I have enough to deal with with my annual Creme Egg addiction. It's bad. I'm buying them by the box - half a dozen at a time.
I got out of bed to draw this late last night. I couldn't sleep. I drove for six hours yesterday. Do you find it hard to sleep after a long distance drive? When you close your eyes are you still behind the wheel? Weaving in and out of all that traffic? Putting your foot down on the accelerator and not taking it off? Not caring what's in your way? Feeling like you could just drive off the end of the earth? No? Oh. Right. Ok then. Oh.
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This is an old won. Here is the orijinal. I thoght, back then, that it wus a bit boarin so I added the backgrownd. I'm knot shore wether I pre-fur this new vershun or weather it's wots known as ovur eggin the puddin.
This week I lost my marbles. No. Seriously, I did. And, not just because I went and did this drawing all over again. When I completed it first time round I knew that there was something wrong - the marble. Back then I drew it from my head, when really I'd prefer to have the subject there in front of me. Knowing that I intended to re-draw it I went and bought some marbles. It took me ages to find the perfect blue one, one that looked a little like an eye. After all, the marble is the punch line in this picture; it's the cherry on the cake, so it had to be right. So I selected the perfect one, bought the bag and then proceeded to lose them. Annoying. Very annoying.
