Thursday, December 10, 2009

I've been a drawing -


usually on my "Quick Whipped up Faeries" blog but this one I based on Don and I, many years ago. He had just come home from work and we were sitting out in the back steps on a hot evening. Our kids were playing in the yard...and the camera which I had been taking photos of them with - a cheap Instamatic - was at the bottom of the stairs when our eldest asked to take the photo I based this drawing on...she was six, Its a favourite


will post the original photo when I find it but this captures the reality of our life at that time
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7 comments:

Mal's Team Gherkin said...

That's lovely. Good on you! i had a dream last night about sketching again... maybe I should get back into it... I've got all the 'stuff' here to do it?

Mom said...

Beautiful

Sling said...

Outstanding artwork Therese!..I recognize you kids anywhere. :)

Anne said...

As Sling commented - would recognise you both. Great work - very talented woman:-)

Cazzie!!! said...

That os just so gorgeous, and you are so talented to be able to portray not only in sight, but in the actual feelings and emotion of the time... huggs to you lovely Therese :)

Middle Child said...

Mal...sketching keeps me sane during the long hours between when I return home in the afternoon and when dawn breaks. When I sketch and colour, nothing happens much inside my head except which colours to lay down...I don't even notice white paint on my face till the morning...it us for me a time of meditation and always has been even before I knew the word.
I just lay it all out on the coffee table and sit on the poofee (are we still able to use that word) and suddenly its almost midnight. I can't listen to too much music because its too emotional but just have tele crap on in the background and away i go...

Middle Child said...

Mom, thank you

Sling - and I still remember that day and how it felt...the seventies was a great time to be young in as long as you didn't go to vietnam or something

Anne...a rank amateur, but that never stopped me.

Cazzie - thanks wasn't always peaceful but it was equal...i always felt equal and I was always loved even when we had the odd spat...