Everyday Matters Challenge #112 - Something Fresh

I went to the grocery store last week and for some reason, the store sold out its eggs! I mean, how does a grocery store run out of eggs? So, this week, I visited again and found a carton of these beautiful local, fresh eggs. I knew I just had to draw them. I tried out a new charcoal pencil (Prismacolor, soft) and combined it with some graphite and used some blending techniques described by J.D. Hillberry in his book, "Drawing realistic textures in pencil." If you love graphite like I do, you must check out J.D. Hillberry's web site!

Prayer

"God has created us to love and to be loved, and this is the beginning of prayer; to know that He loves me, that I have been created for greater things." Mother Teresa

Buddha on black

I haven't worked on colored paper since my Freshman college art class way back in the 80s! So, this was a fun and exciting drawing for me. I have been dying to try out this 5.6mm Cretacolor white charcoal lead and feeling a bit adventurous today, visited my neighborhood art store and found this great Strathmore Artagain black paper. This is 6"X9", drawn from a stock photo from istockphoto [dot] com.

Joan makes a splash

I'm panicking! I'm heading off to NY in a couple days and I don't have a thing to wear! I seriously need a fashion guru.

I didn't feel very compelled to draw in my harried state so instead, I found myself sifting through my old sketchbooks and found a drawing that brought back fond memories. Many moons ago, I lived along a beach on Oahu, in a small apartment off the main house; it was a great little place. When I moved in, I painted over the dingy white walls with a brighter, but still boring white (so much for creating a splash). But one evening, after being there only a week, I just couldn't stand looking at the perfect white walls any longer so unbeknownst to my landlord, I drew, in pencil, a lifesized image of Melissa Etheridge (similar to the one here) on the inside of my back door. When my landlord came over (which was thankfully rarely), I left the door open and she never noticed it. Of course, when I moved out a year later, I had to admit I defaced the door but fortunately, it wasn't a big deal ... an artist later moved in after me and decided to keep it. So I guess technically, that was my first gallery exhibit. LOL.