This is one of those mysterious things coming out of most of our homes. It’s a 1930s-era electrical power terminal, I’m pretty sure, seeing as the wires go to the telephone poles in the backyard. It’s one of those things you see all the time but never really look at, if you know what I mean.
I sat down in the backyard while the kids were running around and sketched my studio (click to enlarge, if you want). Note the Texas barbecue prominently positioned for maximum use (I love to barbecue). The strange shape in the lower left is part of a kids’ slide. I was inspired to draw this from reading a book, The Creative License by Danny Gregory. Monica, a reader of this blog, was kind enough to recommend it to me a short while back. The book came in the mail on Friday and I spent a good portion of the weekend reading through it and enjoying every minute of it. Mr Gregory is an entertaining writer and a real proponent of drawing – as a way of seeing, as a tool of discovery – and of journaling too. It lead me to want to draw even more than usual, just for the fun of it. I’m not even finished reading the book either. Ha.
This weekend was beautiful here. I had to work on Sunday, but on Saturday the kids kept trying to play practical jokes on me (“April fools!”). The weather was perfect, too.
Seems to me that the winner should get the M&M;, but what do I know? While I was drawing this, Jack (12) drew me drawing it (click to enlarge):
He got some great detail in there. Note the pictures of relatives on the wall behind me and the coo-coo clock in the hallway. I don’t know why he didn’t draw his sister, the card player.
From a few days ago – the snow level got down to 1000 ft! That’s dusting the hills just east of our home. For Southern California that’s weird. Fun, but weird.
Anthony Zierhut 