Challenge 77 Something coolI saw this picture in the N Y Times and thought , "Now, that is cool."
Lucky doc
Sketches, poems and doodlings of a gypsy crone. The art of staying sane by drawing and writing.
So I didn't bring a book but at least I brought my sketch book. The view from the table in the doc's teensy room waiting for her to come in and listen to my aches and pain, tell me once again I am congested (duh!), need an antibiotic, to take fish oil and lose more weight. Perhaps I should record this for her. I like drawing this but doubt the view will change with the next visit. Why don't docs with all that $$$ invest a little more in ART? I would lots rather look at a print from Matisse than an illustration of how cholesterol is going to do me in or how heart disease is the number one killer of women. Oh goody!
Challenge 24, Fruit
More from my sketch book. I have to admit I sat glued to the TV as an armed robber raced through nearby streets and freeways eluding the police for about 2 hours. He was followed mostly by a police helicopter and a news helicopter eluding dozens of police cars by driving through fields, yards, and even a golf course. The guy is 58 yrs old and had robbed a dry cleaners. He obviously was quite familiar with the area and did an amazing job of driving. He slowed down in major intersections and dodged cars as he drove the wrong way down major thoroughfares. Finally at a toll booth spikes were thrown down which blew out his front tires. He continued on rims still giving police a run for their money until he veered off the freeway out of control and ended up in a bayou. There he stayed for a couple of hours with a gun held to his chin threatening suicide. Eventually he was coaxed out by the SWAT team and was taken into custody. It was the wildest ride many police officers said they had ever observed. The miracle of it all is that no one was seriously injured even when the robber clipped another pickup at an intersection. Thank God.

I love this chair which I bought from one of my very best friends and traveling buddy when she took off for San Miguel de Allende to live. Sitting in it reminds me of her and the fun we have together. After our third trip to SM, Mexico, she went home, sold her house and her business and moved down there. I have visited her several times and looking forward to my next trip. It is a haven for artists and there is a wealth of sites to draw along with some great entertainment. There are two wonderful internationally known art schools there as well, one of which I have taken a class from. Right now I am an arm chair traveler with a gypsy soul and a traveling wannbe.

This really is my mailbox. I may have to sedate it when we put our house on the market. Some of the funnest mail I have received have been packages from Yahoo groups like postcard x or Art-By-You. The most recent was the return of my journal after a year in a Round Robin in which each participant picked a color scheme that was to be continued by each artist when she worked on it, much like the book True Colors. I love the way mine turned out in the colors turqoise, purple and lime.
Draw a tree. This poor tree sits in my front yard and we are in a quandry as to how best save it. It may be dying of old age as many in our neighborhood are in difficulty. But tomorrow we call the tree man back to see what he can do. With hurricane season upon us we must be wary of any dead branches, etc. It will be nice to at least have this sketch of it if, indeed, it has to go.
