I finished a first draft of my new play a little while ago and then dove into a bunch of sewing projects while I bided my time until its first reading, which is bang! coming up this week. Hooray! Hearing talented actors read aloud, for the first time, something I've been working on for the past few years is a trippy, giddy, frightening, and all sorts of other hard-to-describe feelings, thing. YIKES, in other words. My writing has always been the most important thing in the world to me, so big and onerous that no sewing machine, fabric, nor innumerable colored pencils could quash my passion for it. (Passion being a word defined as 1. the state or capacity of being acted on by external agents or forces, 2. an outbreak of anger, and 3. suffering as well as 4. ardor and 5. enthusiasm, don'tcha know.)
So it was with great relief that I could distract myself from my upcoming reading with a drawing project given to me by none other than a dude with the initials DPE IV. The assignment was to draw something, anything, for an assigned date, in my case May 2, on May 2. It's for an arty datebook that will be published without a year distinction, so anyone can use it, anytime. So I drew this scene on May 2 and sent it off last night. I meant to also work in a pogo-sticking dog but ran out of time. And I was horrified to realize I left a tail off one of the cats, until P told me the running cat is obviously a tailless Manx cat, many of whom have particularly round heads. Well, of course.
2 comments:
a pigeon fruitbooter ?
bravo
bravo
good job
my fave is the smoking dog on the bench of course. but how come some dogs and cats wear clothes and others are nudists? maybe it is like that park in berlin called the tiergarten where some parkgoers like taking off their clothes!
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