As good as I am about multi-tasking; blogging has slipped
the “to-do” list. My mother’s health rapidly
declined since my last post and we lost her at the end of March. I think my Dad was tired of waiting for her
as she passed the day before his birthday.
So I hope they are now guiding me and encouraging me to do the things I
love to do.
I never liked to color coloring books as a child, but I did
enjoy LOOKING at them. I always loved the contrast of the black line – how clean
it was against the light cream page. I
liked whales, Chilly Willy, so the whole black and white thing is a childhood
issue for me. And there is nothing wrong
with that. Maybe that is why I prefer to
draw with an inked line rather than color and embellish.
Do I own color? Yes, I am obsessed with collecting
color. From Copics to Lyra pencils, from
Caran D’ Ache Neoart to Crayolas, paints, and pastels, chalks, and inks – I have
them all. Paper? Another obsession, but give me a handful of
Pitt pens in jet black and I am a happy one.
My recent black line play has led to the “Les Chats”
collection. Meet Luce, Luc, Marcel and
Francoise. I’m sure there are wonderful
things that can be created with this quarto of kitties with colorful
imaginations. For now, I’m going to keep
doodling and see what pours out of my pen.
So sorry to hear about your Mom (and Dad). Big hugs go out to you.
ReplyDeleteLove your doodling and the Les Chats, they look so beautiful with your coloring!