|Dripping Wet, Graphite IN PROGRESS, Thirty minutes worth|
Thirty minutes didn't get me very far with this young swimmer. I was surprised. When I selected the reference, I thought he'd be a breeze, a walk in the park, a knock off with little sass. But the Sun Torch went off before I could lay out the full head. I got hung up on his eyes, how his hair was plastered to his head, the delicate shading required to give the illusion of reflected light--for his face is illuminated almost entirely by light reflected off the lake. My thirty were well spent; I can see by his right eye, I'm on track.
And so is my laptop. It's in Ft. Worth, TX and on its way back home--by eight PM tomorrow--so Fedex tells me. I can't wait to get my hands on it; I'll finish my book today and clear the way for a complete diagnostic investigation that everything is where it should be. I know this bit of new means nothing to you, but Vista is really primitive after Windows 8.1
|Is his nose better Helene?|
With no touch screen laptop and a dear one moping around the house, I have had my nose in a book, a good one, excellent actually. A page turner as they say. All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. I read fiction when I'm discontent with how things are at Roth's Roost. As you may have noticed, I stay away from the paints too--it's too easy to lose your cool with paint when your insides are restless and you're feeling a bit wild.
Then two days ago, things changed. A light I couldn't see went on (dear Richard Bach, the book does fall open). Two weeks into unemployment, (he hates the word retirement), Ellis launched his own company, Roth Remodeling, Inc., and is getting the news out. Nap time's over.
For me too. I can bury my nose in a storybook, but avoiding non-fiction, the stuff of real life, solves nothing. I offered my architectural space planning and drafting services to the head of the new company. Active involvement is paramount to 'Live Long and Prosper.' (Yes, I am a Trekky).