I am almost finished with the first image for my new series titled "There Is No Fun In DysFUNctional". In the meantime I hope these images of how I drew my cluttered desk keep you entertained. This was last year when I dog-sat for my friend's hyperactive poodle. My friend had to go to London for a week. Bubbles, missed her very much and was clearly sad. One day she looked so miserable, I had to hold her while I drew this image.
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I actually wanted to write a letter to my eldest sister. Instead I drew the letter. February is my sister's birthday month. I forgot to call her on her birthday! Happy Birthday Inday! (Inday is a title for sister in my language). My sister is beautiful, smart, accomplished, successful, lovely, kind and egalitarian. She started teaching at the age of nineteen. She has two undergraduate degrees, three masters degrees and two doctorate degrees. She later became my fifth grade teacher. She is a beloved teacher. My classmates were in love with her. She brought vigor to the school when she started teaching. She initiated the first gifted program in the city. She was not afraid to ruffle the feathers of the autocratic establishment. She recognized a poor but intelligent girl hired as a maid by our neighbor and another quiet brilliant classmate with honors even though they did not give money or donations to the school. It riled the mother of my classmate (the subject of a previous post) who was bumped off the honor list; and the teachers who dismissed the other girl as "just a maid". The brilliant student became a Doctor of Science and a professor at the same university where my sister was also a professor. At the university she served as department chairman, acting dean and provost. My sister is a published author and is well known and recognized in the field of Special Education. During her tenure as professor, she was an international speaker, a visiting professor in Asia and Europe, and a Fulbright Exchange professor in the US. She is now retired from the university and runs her own special education school.
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13 comments:
You do have a brilliant family!
Your body of work is just astonishing!!!
Hello Arija. Thank you. I try to follow my older siblings' paths but I meander. This is a drawing from last year though.
Wow WHAT A DRAWING! You continue to amaze me....Loved reading about your sister, she sounds like quite a person.
Cool! And pretty!
Hello, Artemis (what an appropriate name for you). And happy birthday to your sister! This is a beautiful, beautiful drawing -- done with a poodle in your arms, no less! I love to see this collection of some of your favorite, ever-present things. And the apple is for your teacher, I presume? My goodness, she is incredibly accomplished! Obviously, genius is a strong family trait.
I went and read about the sadistic teacher. How horrific. If she could do that to her own daughter in front of others, I cannot bear to think what she did to that poor little girl in the privacy of their home. Some people do not deserve to be parents, let alone teachers.
What a wonderful tribute to your sister.
But can she juggle? ;)
I like the way you've rendered the texture on the fountain pen and the colour of the letter is perfecto.
Colour does change your work quite substantially.
Just totally amazing work and colour - love it and detail I cant get over how detailed and life like your work is!!!!!! wow ces!
Thank you Sandy. This was last year's drawing. I have not done any colored pencil this year except an attempt to draw squash or corcubita.
Thank yo Chris.
Oh Bella, you should see the photograph of me drawing with the poodle in my hand. My son took the photographs. He exclaimed "What the heck!" and ten thought it was amusing. I always loved the idea of Artemis but my zodiac god is Hermes - the ancient Greek herald and messenger of the gods and the god of roads, commerce, invention, cunning, and theft. That story is something else, isn't it? She was my classmate and my best friend in first to fourth grade until that fateful day.
Thank you Becky. Glad to see you!
Rich, it's a totally different method and therefore so unlike my ppigment pen drawings. Yes, my sister can juggle. She juggles all the time. She has to.
Hi Krissie, thank you. Life-like as in wrinkles on the hand? Hahaha!
I just dropped in from visiting Kate and her moleskins, and am delighted I did. Your work is stunning...and such originality, imagination and diversity. I put myself down as a follower and will be checking in. Stop by and visit me and while there, check WTTW..I would be honored to have you participate.
Happy birthday to your sister but 'after that fateful day'? Did something happen to her?
She was not afraid to ruffle the feathers of the autocratic establishment. . .
haha sounds suspiciously like someone else I know? How lovely to see the 'artist at work' and colour becomes you. You clever kitten you!
you forgot we named a doll after her.
Hi James. thank you very much. I will be hglad to visit WTTW.
Hi Baino, after the fateful day, my friend and I never spoke to each other again more than hello how are you even though we were classmate until sixth grade and again for four years in college. In the linked post, it explains it more.
B&B, yes! I loved that doll! That was one of the precious things we packed when Mother told us to pack up our most prized possessions before we left the houyse during the city fire. Thank you for reminding me.
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