I’m pretty proud of how this particular piece turned out. I haven’t ever really done anything that didn’t have line art, so that was a major challenge. Keeping my layers in order and making sure I knew where I was and what I was doing was pretty difficult, but I think the result was pretty fantastic. The hardest part was probably the shading, since I couldn’t just use my usual gray tones on this (it would’ve looked weird, I’m sure). Overall, it was a pretty worthwhile experiment, I think.
I did meet my wife’s nutritionist last week. She’s a very nice (if slightly hippie-drippy) woman who has done some wonderful things for my wife. They convinced me to try to eat more healthfully, which I am making an effort to do. Some days it goes better than others, though.
The wife and I are watching the Hatfields and McCoys miniseries on the History Channel. It’s pretty good, though one does get the feeling a lot of the trouble could have been avoided if folks had just not spent so much time drinking and messing about with firearms.
Here in the United States, Monday was Memorial Day. There have been several members of my family who have served in one branch or another of the military, and it’s not something anyone should ever take lightly. Whether you agree with our country’s reasons for going to war or. It, dedicating yourself to a larger cause and being willing to lay down your life for it is something that is pretty damn admirable.
And with this, I am finally caught up! Just watched this week’s episode of Game of Thrones, which was basically the Tyrion Lannister show. I can’t complain.
Went to a birthday party this afternoon, where I actually had this conversation. Good times.
We had this conversation. Really. I vetoed the idea, though. I do have some standards.
Today we did Field Day at school. The weather was decent if really, really humid, and the students seemed to enjoy it. I’m pretty exhausted by the whole thing, though, and am thus off to bed.
This is the only explanation I’ve been able to come up with for how some students can borrow a pen from me every day and yet never have anything to write with.
Sketches From Memory 