Red
This is my picture for Illustration Friday the theme is red. "Red" was drawn on a piece of watercolor paper with a Faber-Castle 3-H pencil and colored in with watercolor pencils, water and a fine brush, then inked over with my Gel-Roller.
It is, in fact, a picture of my Gel-Roller. I was sitting here, thumping the desk with my pen and wondering what I was going to draw for Illustration Friday.
"What the Hell am I going to draw?" I thought to myself. "Red. The theme is red."
Thump, thump, thump.
"Red. What do I draw for red? What's red?"
Thump, thump, thump.
"What do I use everyday that's red? My hearts red. I have one red shirt. Sammy Hagar loves red."
Thump, thump, thump.
"Bah! I don’t know what to draw. I'm going to do the crossword puzzle. Where's my pen? Oh yeah, it's in my hand."
A light bulb goes on over my head.
"Oh Sweet Jesus! My pen!"
And that's how I decided what to draw for Illustration Friday.
Here's a photo of the real deal.
I love this pen. I've had this pen for seven years. This pen lasted longer than my marriage and it only cost me a buck fifty, plus the occasional ninety-nine cent ink refill.
Fuck! I should have married the pen.
Is your hindsight 20/20? Is you going to leave me some love?
It is, in fact, a picture of my Gel-Roller. I was sitting here, thumping the desk with my pen and wondering what I was going to draw for Illustration Friday.
"What the Hell am I going to draw?" I thought to myself. "Red. The theme is red."
Thump, thump, thump.
"Red. What do I draw for red? What's red?"
Thump, thump, thump.
"What do I use everyday that's red? My hearts red. I have one red shirt. Sammy Hagar loves red."
Thump, thump, thump.
"Bah! I don’t know what to draw. I'm going to do the crossword puzzle. Where's my pen? Oh yeah, it's in my hand."
A light bulb goes on over my head.
"Oh Sweet Jesus! My pen!"
And that's how I decided what to draw for Illustration Friday.
Here's a photo of the real deal.
I love this pen. I've had this pen for seven years. This pen lasted longer than my marriage and it only cost me a buck fifty, plus the occasional ninety-nine cent ink refill.
Fuck! I should have married the pen.
Is your hindsight 20/20? Is you going to leave me some love?