Showing posts with label Omaha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Omaha. Show all posts

Friday, April 8, 2011

radio silence

(Omaha from the Council Bluffs side -- looking pretty sprightly on an April morning)

I have actually been working on a post about my trip to London for more than a week.

Does this prove that I am super lazy? POSSIBLY. Does it prove that I have a lot to write? INDUBITABLY. Does it prove that Tumblr is super duper addictive and most of my writing skills have been dumped into writing silly captions and somewhat thoughtful responses to other people's blog posts? Er. . . RAIN CHECK.

(Seriously, though, I am still navigating what should go on this blog and what should go on that blog? HOW DOES ONE DELINEATE???)

In the meantime, here's some stuff from a short jaunt to the Old Market last Sunday.

Mom and I decided that, given the splendid weather, we ought to run down to the Bob Kerrey pedestrian bridge and take a walk. I, admittedly, wanted to take some pictures, especially after noting that Sasaki (architecture firm out of Boston) was engaged in developing the Council Bluffs side. I spent a lot of time trying to take sneaky pictures of Mom, as above.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

life drawing numero seis

Still progressing, but slowly. The model this week had never modeled before. . . and, though she was a great sport, it kind of showed in the someone limited variety of poses she took. Or, you know, I just didn't have my drawing game on. Whichever. (There's a whole lot of games I don't seem to have on this week, including my "timely blogging" game. . . erk.)

Okay warmups. . .
This sketch was pretty homely, I thought. I kept making her stumpier and thicker than she really was.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

life drawing #2. . .

Missed life drawing last week because I was finishing up applications. I managed to get to Hotshops with no problem. . . sadly coming back was another story. Ugh. Damn you Old Market and your damn one-way streets and your damn streets that don't go through and your damn shitty signage.

Without further ado. . .