This is the view from my front window, looking out to my porch and beyond to the road. I have a split rail fence that you can see a bit of. This was a big undertaking for me, and I'm happy with it! Played with a lot of dark colors for black-but still haven't achieved a nice black black. In the small spot where I needed it I used my marker. I used Danny's advice, and started drawing what was closest to me, the chair, then went out from there. It worked well! I think if I had done this before reading Danny's advice I would have started in the background. Don't know how to get the window to look like a window. Didn't wan't to do the 3 white lines thing. And it is very clean!

EDM #3-Draw a purse, wallet or bag I drew this at my daughter's soccer game last night -as it says around the picture, it's the only thing that isn't moving all the time! Someday I'll learn how to draw things that are constantly changing.

EDM#23 -draw your foot. I drew this while at my daughter's soccer game last week. I used a sepia pen.

My zucchini

EDM #26-draw a vegetable

I drew a zucchini that I bought at the market today. Not totally happy with it, but I guess it does look like a zucchini!

EDM #18 challenge-draw what you see out your window...this was a bus ride where the view kept changing, I just put in what I saw when I looked up each time-these were never all together in the same place! It was a very bumpy ride, a bit tricky when drawing and painting! I used the brushes with the reservoirs so I didn't need any water. But I did need paper towels which I forgot!

My Dad

This is my Dad. He died in 2001 and I miss him very much. He died shortly after Father's Day, on June 21st. He was an incredible man. Born Jewish in Warsaw, he was a "runner" as a boy during the war. His family then moved to Mexico City, where he grew as a teen, then moved to the USA where he designed airplanes. He married my mother in California when I was 5 years old and adopted me and my brother when we were pre-teens. His true calling was history, and he later went to Stanford University to study. After graduation he moved us all to Ontario, Canada so he could teach at Queen's University in Kingston. He taught there until he died in 2001. He was well known for being able to draw intricate maps freehand on the chalkboard, and for his incredible wealth of knowledge. As a father, he was a strict disciplinarian with a good heart. As I grew into an adult, he became 'softer" and less intense as a father. We became great friends and saw each other often. One of our favourite things to do was to go out for lunch and browse bookstores. He was a kind and loving grandfather to my daughter, who called him "Papa Lou". He was incredibly generous, a world traveller (he went on a yearly trip to London to see the plays) and knew 13 languages! I miss him everyday.