Waiting

I'm next, iPad, Alla prima drawing

This is the guy who arrived at the clinic at the same time we did. In an orderly world, he should have been on the table;Ellis had already been called. But the minutes ticked as he waited to hear his name. Then a nurse came into the lounge to say, "Dr. Soandso had just arrived. He had an emergency. We'll be calling his patients in the order as scheduled. He's very sorry. " This guy grabbed his head of unwashed, tangled locks and moaned loudly as he bent low between his legs with despair. He had lived through  hell the night before, arrived on time,  had a belly ache from his ordeal, was starving to death, and his doctor was late coming to work. His predicament caught my sympathies and attention. His profile of angst occupied me till I was called to retrieve my honey.

Waiting With a Friend

TIME FLIES IN THE WAITING ROOM

The Lady With My Lexus; iPad Finger Drawing; Brushes app

She was waiting. I was waiting. She was reading. I was drawing. Both of us were drinking coffee in the surgical waiting room.

Both of us drove the same color, same model Lexus. I got the info from fill-the-time-chatter.  Our two cars were parked next to each other in the lot. Both of us would be driving our spouses home from their eye surgeries and would be administering eye drops every two hours the rest of the day. We would meet again  for their post op check ups the next morning. We were sharing a moment that she will  probably forget. My finger painting and our chatter will be in my memory forever. The time really flew.

BETWEEN THE DROPS: MATISSE

Matisse Out of The Blue; iPad Finger Drawing; Brushes app

There was no energy left to finish  the watercolor I did manage to start between eye drop sessions (below), but plenty of time to regain my inner peace settled in the lounge chair with the iPad. Honey and I were exhausted from up at six AM, drive across town to hospital to do something we'd rather not. With our apprehensions and fears behind us, however, Matisse showed up out of the blue as Honey dozed on the couch.

AND WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS GOING  TO BE?  There's one in every home and they all look something like this, but not as pretty.

The unfinished watercolor on my plexi pizza board.

Okay, One More App Tryout: Lucus Asketch

Lucus,  A combination of  iPad drawing Apps using first Asketch
for the charcoal drawing, then Brushes for color and line.

Okay, finally, I doodled a guy--still with long lean face--but male.  The lights and darks are jumbled, the hat visor could be better formed and he hardly has an ear, but once again I was concentrating on how to manipulate the tools in Asketch, then transfer over to use the tools in Brushes. I tried to write my name, but it came out sloppy, similar to my dad's signature, which was extremely easy to forge on report cards I didn't care to show anyone.

Now don't tell me that once I get a grip on it. The iPad isn't a great sketchpad for working out ideas without dragging out a lot of  stuff.

Now who is Lucus? Damned if I know. But if I was to guess:  He's the guy who lives down in the hollar in a broken down cabin with a front yard littered with the carcasses of dead farm machinery.  He owns a large herd of cattle branded  with a swastika, who roam freely in the foothills of the Sierra mountains.You don't want to get in his way. I hear he has some tattered white sheets tucked in his crawl space--so you certainly do not want to put a mezuzah on your door-post. The guy's a loner and doesn't cotton to strangers of any persuasion.  The speed limit through the hollar  is 25mph, but I would suggest strongly you drive by quickly.

And there my children is another free association iPad drawing along with a crock of fiction from L.W.R.
Happy painting on the real stuff. 

Move Over David Hockney

Miss Aster's Asters pushed way over the top with  iPad's Brushes

Miss Aster's Asters; my first
doodle with  iPad Brushes

I had a hell of a time just trying to figure out how to draw a line. It took me some some minutes--felt like an hour. I felt like an old Samsonite Luggage commercial where a baboon is banging a piece of luggage around his cage and it still won't do what he wants it to: open. The I finally got a line. Then I figured out the color--whatever tint  of shade you can dream up. I spent the whole evening  learning the ins and outs of the program. You'll notice I really liked the dot, dot, dot tool and got carried away like some kid. As we were turning out the lights for the night, I spotted a picture that suggested photos could be brought into the mix...first thing this morning I got my new toy and tried that out. I imported the three previous
iPad drawings I did and incorporated them into Miss Aster's space. Then fooled
around some more to blend them in. Of course the picture is way over the top.
But over doing is just the thing to do when learning something new. It gives
you ideas for future figure paintings as Brushes calls it.

Some women my age knit. Some play table games. Many belong to book clubs. I fool around with whatever has to do with making a mark. And there's lots of fun marks to be made-- and  easy sketching practice with no mess to be had with this new age device. It's well worth trading a painting.  The app was about eight dollars--less than a movie--or a good glass of chardonnay. I now have three sketching app. I can probably drop one, but not till I'm as good at it as David Hockney.

New Age Etch-a-sketch

WHAT FUN I HAD TODAY PLAYING WITH SKETCHPAD ON MY IPAD!


I don't have it down pat yet, but I'm loving the learning process and don't care how long how painful the curve is. I traded  the portrait of the children for the IPad 2. Being that it was my first portrait in oils since I don't remember when and it is taking me forever to finish it. I thought it was a great exchange.  I'm now "with it." What fun it's going to be polishing my skills while watching some of those silly TV shows--Practically Legal comes to mind--or in waiting rooms where the others won't know I'm sketching and not gaming. --I already have a complaint though. There's no gray and I can't mix the colors. I'm going to have to think David Hockney and cross hatching. Oddly enough, Hockney is the book on the table in this first attempt.