This past Christmas was so difficult for everyone. I usually do mostly handmade gifts (not always), but this year I really let myself “take it easy,” and simply focus on just a few meaningful things to give. (Rest assured, I absolutely love gift shopping. This was less “taking it easy” and more “sitting on my hands.”)
I’ve been an artist my whole life, apparently, but only began drawing again after a near-decade hiatus back in March, when my husband and I went into a precautionary self-imposed quarantine, after rushing him home from Europe. With very few of my usual distractions in a relative’s vacant house, I happened to bring a sketchbook and some Micron pens with me, just in case. And I started drawing again.
Fast forward to the holiday season, and giving drawings just felt like a no-brainer.
This is Penny. She was my parents dog (a red standard poodle), who had to be helped on her way earlier in the fall. I’m still learning and re-gaining my footing as an artist, but I was pretty proud of this drawing, since it’s one of the first I planned out and practiced to quite this extent.
Check out the teeny gallery below for some mildly terrifying process and practice pics. Spot the ill-fated attempt at adding color, and perhaps it’s clear why most of my work is black ink. >D
(Happy Ending P.S.: my parents are delightedly expecting a sweet new poodle puppy to be joining them near Valentine’s day.)