HoHoDooDa Day 7
True story. My Christmas tree's been up for a week. Should I feel guilty?
This is Day 2 of the big sketch-off, HOHODOODA, originated by one very talented & WITTY illustrator, Linda Silvestri. You can tell how serious this is by the name.
Basically, this goes on for the entire month of December, and so far, 16 of us have signed up. EVERY day a sketch is due .... or is it DOO?? The great thing about it is that there's no BOSS here. The only one you have to report to is yourself! How perfect is that?!! And the biggest incentive isn't a a gift card to Tiffany's at the end of the month.... it's GUILT if you miss a day! — Even in this crazed, "Times running out to buy those gifts .... and to make those cookies.... and to put up the tree .... and to decorate the house... and to clean up the house so you can decorate the house... and to send out the Christmas cards (yeah.... not this year)." So, this will either put me in the holiday spirit, or turn me into a Crabby Patti with deadline after deadline after deadline of sketches due DAY ..... AFTER DAY.... AFTER DAY.
I'm going a little drama-girl here. It's gonna be fun .... here's my 2nd one.
Carol loves dressing up for the annual Christmas party!
All that's needed now is the APPLAUSE! :o)
I raised two daughters ... and granted it had it's emotional downpours from the typical stuff girls are made of, but it's all I really knew. I knew Barbie dolls and puppet shows and the giggles of girlie things. But years later, when my firstborn had her firstborn - a son .... then another son.... and then another, life became an explosion of wrestling and loud video games and "men". You know, Spider Man, The Hulk, Darth Vader .... on the opposite spectrum of The Barbie, Cabbage Patch, and Strawberry Shortcake. And my drawings reflected it. Monkeys, bears - no flowers, no frills.
Then along came Delaney. A very, very Girlie-girl, gifted by my second-born daughter. A child who glided across the floor post-first steps, delicately carrying her little purse inside the crook of her elbow. Not a Spider Man bone in her body. And then one day, not long after her 2nd birthday, her mother introduced her to ballet, the Nutcracker, at our local theater. And that's all she wrote! The living room ottoman is her "stage", as she appears ballet'd up in her pink dance slippers and sparkly blue dress, doing her miniature contortions with the grand finale of a tiny graceful bow.
Now THAT'S inspiration for some fun stuff! - Wall Art for the little ballerina's room.
First stage, pencil sketches ... more to come:
P.S. If you're with children who do ballet, I'd love to hear your feedback!
Delaney ... choreographer, dancer.
maybe dentists do not have a good enough sense of humor. I love the Robert Marble business drawings. Yours are softer and cuter so they are different but maybe you need to try some different professional and put them in a happy light. A lawyer winning the case, an accountant crushing the irs, an electrician with the whole neighborhood light up in colored lights.
I am rambling but i want you to make money.
Hugs
Marilyn