An apron crafted from a pillowcase; another addition for the Christmas Boutique.
And a sketch done while waiting for my car to be repaired. It used to show a full tank when it was, in fact, empty. They fixed that, but then it started showing empty when it was full. Hopefully they've fixed that, too!
So nice to walk in the cool of the after-dinner gloaming. I wandered into a previously unexplored cul-de-sac and perched on a retaining wall to draw the moon.
Outside the junk shop.
The shirt I bought for Lauren in New York recently was too tight under the arms (what was I thinking, getting size 6-8 for a big almost ten year old?) So I cut off the sleeves and neckband and rebound the edges. She loves it. She thinks it looks like gym gear, thus the pose with the hand weights. (No, she does not usually pump iron.)
And this -- third time lucky -- THIS is my new bag. I made it from Beki's pleated tote pattern, using scraps leftover from my summer skirts with a few additions from the stash. The lining is cut from an apron I got a yard sale recently. Thanks for a great pattern, Beki. I'm not sure this photo really shows it off, but you can see more pleated totes here.
My choice of sketching subject is often dictated by the weather. Today, as on most summer days, I looked for somewhere out of the sun, preferably with somewhere clean to sit. I found the ideal location inside the front doors of a department store at the mall -- air-conditioning AND a roomy bench seat -- which is why you are being treated to an illustration of men's tshirts.
It's hard to see what this guy is doing from my inept sketch. Actually, he was talking on his cell phone, on speaker (why was he holding a private conversation on speakerphone?) He was holding it at that odd angle people adopt, with the mouth hole close to his mouth but the earhole not.
This morning Evie and I did Walk 18 from Walking L.A. in an area of Hollywood adjacent to the Hollywood Bowl. Many of the homes in this little neighbourhood are only accessible by stairway or by this private elevator tower ("High Tower", for which the area is known).
Later, Lauren performed in two dance shows at the beautiful Pepperdine University at Malibu, a matinee and an evening performance. Josh dropped her there for the matinee, then we both went back to share a picnic dinner with her then stay for the evening show.
We deposited her back at the stage door at 6, and had a couple of hours to kill. Her five minutes of fame wasn't going to happen till after intermission, so, rather than sit through several hours of bad amateur dance by a bunch of kids we didn't know or care about, we decided to go down the hill and find somewhere to enjoy a drink and watch the ocean till then.
How ironic. Surrounded by all the beauty of Pepperdine and Malibu, and I end up drawing a trash can.
There was a road, a chain link fence, and a hundred yards between me and the object of my sketch, so I couldn't really make out all the details. But you get the gist. Hopefully they are going to replace a good amount of the cracked asphalt with grass.
Today Lauren and I spent the day at a Wild Foods Workshop in Topanga Canyon with Sunny Johnson. We had a blast. I'm no botanical illustrator; my sketches and notes are intended to back up my photographs, so I can remember some of the things Sunny taught us as we walked. The thing I liked best about the day (besides the learning, and the delicious food -- the miso soup with our gathered wild greens was to die for) was seeing Lauren just PLAY all day with a bunch of kids, running around in the bush, catching frogs, swinging in a hammock, riding a tyre swing, dressing up in a silly clothes, getting dirty and exhausted. It's what being a kid is MEANT to be like. No Disney channel anywhere in sight. Just real life. It was great.
Lantana first entered my consciousness when, as a child holidaying in the seaside town of Kiama, I noticed it growing along the road between the campsite and town. Walking home in the cooling dusk after eating a dinner of fish and chips in the park, I would pick one of the pretty umbels and pull off the little trumpets one by one, first the outer circles of pink florets, then the inner one of yellow-throated white. I was always disappointed that they didn't have a smell that matched their beauty. Later in life, living in the tropics and subtropics, I battled lantana as a noxious weed, strong and prickly and voracious. That's why I find it so strange to see it growing in neighbourhood gardens here in L.A. As much as I appreciate its hardy good looks, I could never plant it in my yard.
This is "the wash" (actually, a tributary of the L.A. River) behind our house. I drew it while standing on a footbridge which crosses it a few doors down from our place. I like having this little creek over our back fence, even though it's bedded in concrete and surrounded by fences. The local coyotes use it as a thoroughfare at night; we are often woken by their howls. They are the kind of noisy neighbours who help me to forget I'm in one of the world's biggest metropolises.
Waiting outside Lauren's school this afternoon, I started drawing the house across the road. This is as far as I got before she showed up.
Another side gate in my neighbourhood. Is America the only country where the national flag is used ubiquitously as an ornament? It certainly doesn't happen in Australia -- we don't see folk art flags on side fences everywhere. Does it happen in Germany? In Iceland? In India?
Yet another summer skirt. This one is made from a thrifted doonah (duvet) cover.
I've heard of "everything but the kitchen sink." Well this container in the parking lot of a nearby shopping center has everything including the kitchen sink. Any yes, it's poking out the top at that odd angle.
I've always been fond of sun-face plaques, though I've never owned one. On today's walk I spotted this fellow on someone's side gate, and was attracted to its asymmetry. The rays were twisted metal, and the face ceramic, I think. It had a crazed surface which gave it an aged, patient appearance. I liked it.
