The Great Austini

Day 19: Draw Something You Made.



I think I'm a creative person.  I had searched our house.  Other than 2-D things like paintings and lino cuts, the only thing I found here that I made was a very clunky gravy boat.  It would be charmingly naive, except I was well into adulthood when I made it. I wasn't feeling inspired.

But truly, the best thing I ever made was riding in the car with me, coming up from Vancouver for a little break from city life.  We visited Grandma and Grandpa on the way through.  Dad lit up when Austin came into the room.  It was so nice to see.  They went for a cruise around the neighbourhood, Aus walking and Dad on his scooter, while Mom, the nieces and I played a good ol' game of garbage rummy.  Then we feasted, as we always do there.  I'm so full now I hurt.  That's how those visits always end.  It's a good feeling.

Tomorrow is: Draw Something 'Dad'.  I'm so looking forward to it.  May have to start now.  That sounds like more fun than going to bed.


I did a portrait of Austin in chalk pastel for Christmas two years ago.  It's blogged here.  Funny, I like the quick crayola one better.

Mary Ellen and Rob are coming for dinner tonight, along with Ingrid and Dan.  We're making a big roast beef dinner.  I'm excited to give ME and R their wedding gift; this portrait of the girls.  I took some photos while we had the girls earlier this month, and did this on Friday evening.  It's the first portrait I've attempted in pastel.  They were fun to work with.  I didn't think I'd be able to get enough detail, but while unpacking all the boxes from the storage locker I found some pastel pencils I didn't remember I had.  I used them along with the fat chalk pastels.  I'm happy with it.  I stole one of the frames from a piece I did years ago that I don't really love and we popped it in there.  Done!

We raided the storage locker on Friday, unearthing all kinds of art supplies and paintings.  We took it all up the hill and went on a painting hanging frenzy.  The Apex condo looks like a Carol McQuaid Gallery!  They're mostly snow scenes, many from when I lived in Whistler.  Fitting for a ski condo.  It's getting homier and homier here.  Love it.