February 20 2009 A Painting of No Importance

I did a lot of drawing once. It was part of my identity. I have binders and notebooks full, illustrations, comics, designs, doodles, and in the fight for creativity, my writing won. I do not feed my drawing muse much anymore. The girl-student did a lesson Grecian art, and painted vessel-shaped replicas on construction paper with tempura paint. When the project was over, there was still some paint in the dish. It became mine. At first, it was just lines, and then it became what it is, and I filled it in. I was pleased.



Nothing special about how I took the picture today. I opted for an angle that showed off the style, but that's about it.