daily ode no. 15

An imaginary silent film still

 

Today:

1-warmer weather

2-sunshine, no sight of any raindrop

3-1920's fashion

4-making up characters for images

5-working in black and white and gray

A fortune cookie, butterfly dish and a dash of painting mayhem...

daily ode no. 14

Your fortune reads "There is a prospect of a thrilling time ahead for you."

Air Five: "The motion of High-Fiving given by two people from a distance"

1-the sound of ginger ale on ice and the clinking of ice swishing around the glass

2-lovely thrifted ceramic butterfly dish from a wonderful vintage seller with a few dings and scrapes around the edges.

3-thinking of the stories behind the dings and scrapes and places it's been.

4-fun fortune cookie messages, even especially the random ones

5-the glorious color combination of blue and orange

daily ode no. 11

Another sketch from a thumbnail sketch inspired by the film. I was thinking of making it one image initially. But, I may just crop the images and make them each their own. The opening sequence of the movie is wonderful. Very calming. A little tidbit...apparently Audrey really disliked the taste of croissants. She wanted her character to be eating some other food but the director disagreed. The croissant stayed and the rest is history.  Til tomorrow.

Day 9

The phone above was used as a prop. I wonder how many people own them anymore. Maybe businesses? Some of my moleskine sketchbooks. I currently have one in red.

A sketch of a character based on a class I taught. It was for 2-4 year olds. There were 9 of them and 1 of me... for 2 hours, twice a week, for 6 weeks...Yes I survived...barely. There was a boy who I wasn't sure was even two (maybe 1 1/2?). He was a handful. Even cleaning up was an adventure with him. Let's just say I turned my eyes away from him to help a student with their project when I heard splashing and lots of giggling. He was in the large sink trying to make bubbles with the hand soap, water filling past his converse sneaks, striped socks, shorts and just past the start of his t-shirt. "Just washing up" he said, echoing my words earlier. Our definitions were different. His mom came a few minutes later. He never returned to class. I think she decided to wait until next term when he would actually be 2 years old.

Day 8 ... sweet louise

One of my first assignments when I was a freelance photographer was of a local university's move-in day and the start of the fall semester. I was supposed to walk around between photographing events and take pictures of students for the school to use in their catalog, postcards and website.

The one student above was waiting for a friend to finish eating. They were going to practice basketball before basketball practice. He didn't see the humor. Not many people see my humor though. So, I continued and asked him about his tattoo hidden by his awesomely yellow arm band. He pushed the band to his wrist and said, "Sweet Louise, you mean?"

Without even asking he told me Sweet Louise was his grandmother. She was never called Louise without the sweet in front of it. The woman who raised him and the reason he was in college. She passed away and he wanted to take her to school with him somehow, ... "at least in ink" he said.

The Hallmark card moment was soon broken. Before I could get fully teary eyed his friend yelled over, "Keg party tonight, BooYah!"

Let's hope Sweet Louise didn't hear that.