I didn’t get to post yesterday, but yesterday I decided to play with colored pencils before realizing that 1.) all I had were my son’s colored pencils from Dollar Tree, and 2.) colored pencils take way more skill than I have to be done well. Ah, well.
I do have to admit, losing the microns and “having” to play with other mediums is actually pretty fun. Also, I tend to overthink potential subject matter for my projects, and often stagnate because I can’t think of anything “worthy” as a subject, and this is really forcing me to get out of my own head and just make something.
Tried to make this look a bit like what I associate with vintage American illustration.
Also: perspective? What’s perspective, ha ha?
Take a long drive with me
On california one, california one
On california one, california one
And the road a-winding goes
From golden gate to roaring cliff-side
And the light is softly low as our hearts become sweetly untied
Neath the sun of california one
From golden gate to roaring cliff-side
And the light is softly low as our hearts become sweetly untied
Neath the sun of california one
Take a long draw with me
Of california wine
Of california wine
Take a long draw with me
Of california wine
Of california wine
Of california wine
Of california wine
Take a long draw with me
Of california wine
Of california wine
And the wine, it tastes so sweet
As we lay our eyes to wander
And the sky, it stretches deep
Will we rest our heads to slumber
Neath the vines
Of california wine;
Neath the sun
Of california one?
As we lay our eyes to wander
And the sky, it stretches deep
Will we rest our heads to slumber
Neath the vines
Of california wine;
Neath the sun
Of california one?
Annabelle lies, sleeps with quiet eyes
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
And if I said, O it’s in your head
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
And if I said, O it’s in your head
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
We’re calling all bed wetters and ambulance chasers
Poor picker-pockets, bring ’em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Poor picker-pockets, bring ’em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
We’re lining up the light-loafere’d
And the bored bench warmers
Castaways and cutouts, fill it up
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Nothing will stand in our way
And the bored bench warmers
Castaways and cutouts, fill it up
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Nothing will stand in our way
I figured I had paid my debt to society
By paying my overdue fines at the mulnoma county library, at the library
They said ‘son, go join up
Go join the youth and beauty brigade’
By paying my overdue fines at the mulnoma county library, at the library
They said ‘son, go join up
Go join the youth and beauty brigade’
Nothing will stand in our way
I think the non-perspective of it works well with this one. Something about the empty liquor bottles and cracked asphalt.
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Thanks! I feel like I would like it better if the perspective was either more correct, OR if it was even more “off,” in a sort of disorienting, surreal way. As it stands, I don’t hate it, but it’s not quite what I’d hoped it would be.
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Beautiful poem and art work. You certainly pulled it off with your son’s crayons. Well done.
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