Posted by toadstar on 12:30 PM

I was doing a bit of cleaning the other day and I stumbled upon my old Moleskine sketchbook, so I figured that I'd scan a few favorites to share.

This was my response to the Madrid bombing.

After the bombing there were protest and many of the people had painted their hands red with a black ribbon painted in the middle. This was one of the hands.

Lucky number thirteen. Just a little experiment-her eyes are too small, but other than that I like it.

I love drawing birds. I don't know why. I'm mostly happy with this one-I wish that I would have inked it, but other than that its not to bad. (I know I'm my own worst critic.)




Posted by toadstar on 1:00 PM

Every year our neighborhood has a Winter Festival at the community center across the street from our house. They rent a snow maker and give us a nice area filled with snow for the kids to play in. So picture a big green patch of grass with a little rectangle of snow in it and all the neighborhood kids crammed in this small patch of snow and have a massive snowball fight.

This year we missed the big festival. We were out and about, at my parents and just forgot. But on the 23rd Heidi had to go Christmas shopping for Lucas, so I stayed home with him and after a while Lucas and I decided to go to the park. By now it had been three days since the festival and all that was left of the snow was a little patch of iced over snow about the size of a large cookie sheet. Lucas and I played in that snow until there wasn't any left and it was the most fun I've had in a long time.

Lucas would grab a handful of snow and pitch it to me and I would kick it, the ice exploding and showering all over Lucas. Then we would laugh and laugh. For about an hour that day I forgot about bills and all the stress in my life and I just had fun with my son. We would pitch snowballs at each other and wound up soaked, but it was worth it. This was one of those glories of Christmas's from long long ago that we will talk about for years to come.

Jackson Pollock by Miltos Manetas

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