Some times the homework hits really close to home.
But the first available appointment was December 31. That wasn’t as upsetting as being sent to the ER.
So the assignment was to draw my safe place. This is the sketch out. I’ll add color later. And draw the interior.
On a random Sunday morning to time for myself. And to journaling. But not to a page quota or a topic. Just to the time, paper, and ink.
This one is pretty self explanatory, I think, except for the black dot. That represents where I am in the picture. I really wish that when we did these directives, we had more time. This is about seven minutes worth of work.
I LOVED the oil pastels. They blend!
Saw two cabbies hold up traffic so they could get out and exchange heated words…. in the road. And I had my heart broken by a man who only wanted a hamburger.
I really need to go to the thrift store. The donation stack is almost as tall as I am!