01.21.18:
It was a 12+ hour travel day. I did a very quick ink sketch on the plane. It's not worth sharing, so I won't (no wait I lied: you can see a bit of it in the corner of the photo below).
01.22.18:
The view from our lanai |
01.23.18:
A quickly sketched impression. |
The surrounding splotches were me demonstrating things for the niblings. |
01.24.18
Love that color combo. |
I managed to make it into the ocean every day except the last day (more on that later), so it shouldn't really be surprising that I also spent some time trying to capture it with my brush.
01.25.18
There's even more experimentation over the rest of the page. |
01.26.18
This is the day we drove the Road to Hana. It was amazing. I swam in so many bodies of water! Hah!
The first place we stopped at was Twin Falls, and I snapped a photo of Malachi that I then sketch-painted once we were back at the condo:
I mean it's not bad, per se, but I craved more definition. |
It just wasn't doing it for me, tho', so I added in some line work to the foreground, and now I like it much better.
Those roots were too cool not to define. |
01.27.18
SUPER king-ish! |
I had a story seed plant itself in my brain this day, but I wasn't in a position to write, so I painted one of the characters, instead. He's the High King. And he's totes gonna' die. Sorry High King. Don't worry: your baby sister will avenge you. Probably.
01.28.18
The day started out promising, with Nathan and I heading down to the beach at 0700 for our snorkeling date while his sister watched TLG. But instead we had a date that consisted of me spraining my right ankle on an ocean-hidden rock and ripping open my left shin (on the same rock! Talent!) and then driving to get pain killers, hydrogen peroxide, and so many bandages. ::sigh:: I spent the rest of the day with it propped up, reading my book. I did not sketch, I did not paint. I feel zero guilt over this.
01.29.18
I had hoped to swim the morning before we left, but the previous day's adventures ruled that right the hell out. Damn it. Anyway, Sunday was another 12+ hour travel day, made extra miserable by my inability to carry things or really walk at all (thank goodness for airport wheelchairs!) I didn't even manage a sketch. Again: zero guilt felt.
I do, however, have paintings for the past three days, but they're going to have to wait until tomorrow, because Bedtimes, she is a'callin'.
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