Yesterday, instead of doing laundry, the dishes, or doing the shop maintenance that is desperately calling my name, I decided to try my hand at a new illustration style that I have been eyeballing for a couple months. Illustration always scares me because I'm not very skilled at pen on paper drawing- free-handing isn't my strong suit. Actually, if we're being completely honest, nothing that happens outside the realm of my computer screen is my artistic strong point. Most days, I feel like a bit of a hack, some sort of a writer wrapped in artist's clothing (provided artists wear their neon green sweatshirt every day of the week without shame). Today, though, I am feeling a little bit more like the artist that I claim to be.
I chose this photo of the Tetons that I took the last time we visited the artist parents, because I love this photo but it has a bummer factor by those obnoxious floating buoys interrupting the pretty mountain scene:
And, after 3 hours of gazing intently at my computer screen as though it were a crystal ball and I a fortune teller, I had a hand cramp, and this staring back at me:
I'll admit, I'm pretty excited about how it turned out. I'm debating doing a series of the national parks, or maybe of some of the smartest and I's favorite places. Oh, the possibilities on a Friday when your coffee cup is full and your puppy is snoozing.
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