There are many things to be concerned about in this world of ours, but I am happy to report that a dearth of peppers will not be among them--- not this year, at least.I speak, of course, for North America and I apologize for being continentocentric. One can only be on a single continent at a time.
Pictured here are pepper samples, culled from the local farmers' market.
Feel better? And to all you Other Continentals and Subcontinentals, you need a pepper, you give me a call.
Of course, each has her/his own style of drawing. Their style and personalities really come through in these drawings. At the moment, my building drawings don't have a lot of personality, but I'm forging ahead. With time, they'll have the Laureline imprint as much as my figure, food, floral, face and assorted other pieces. I think.
The first two were done before dawn. I'm going to keep on with drawing in the pre-dawn--it makes the geometry of buildings ---bathed in dark and light--- much more interesting for me to draw. And, finally, here's a pen and inked building which is particularly bland. Still, I wanted to share it so I can document the progress of this, my Latest Self-Improvement Project! (I've got lots more where that came from.)
Ever on the lookout for ways to deal with my color project and not be bored (or boring), I unearthed an old Fabriano sketchbook with colored paper and some tubes of gouache and had fun painting two kinds of plums! Neither is exactly purple, but blueish and reddish are on the road to purplish. I can't wait to do more with these materials!
PS I thought the plastic bags looked like gauzy ballgowns with plunging necklines. My husband was the stylist here. Must give credit where due.
Here are nine purple things that I coralled last night. Lucky for me, they came without a struggle.
Pen was a Pigma Micron. Washes were washes.
Funnily enough, I looked at the drawing after I finished and thought "Oh, so that's how Florine Asch does it!" She's one of my favorite illustrators but I've never thought my style was remotely like hers--mainly because pens are what she usually draws with and she has a staccato line. I now realize that some of that comes from the pen itself.
As it was, I was late getting dinner ready last night. Still, looking down at those nifty nectarines in the colander and the sprightly spring onions on the cutting board, I just had to stop and sketch. Poor, patient husband. Art first, eat later.