I’ve been working on a drawing. First version, I tried to do completely from imagination, and that turned out to be doomed to the trash can. I should know better by now, that I need good reference pictures to do something believable.
Then, good references in hand, I redid the drawing. This time, I was satisfied with it, but when it came to writing this blog, I couldn’t think of anything to say. Yes, that can actually happen! I was at a loss for words.
Flashback to my short-lived, day job of last month. Everyone was thrilled about the Super Moon in December. As I stood in below freezing weather, waiting a half hour to the bus, I would gaze to the east. There was the Super Moon, on the horizon. The sky was pink like the inside of a seashell. So, impressed that I was, I decided to draw it.
And that’s that. No metaphor comes to mind for it. I can’t think of anything to say, except “This scene was pretty so I drew it”. Those are the only words for it.