Above: Quick sketch of a sheep using a Pentel Pocket Brush Pen. 9 x 7 inches, Fabriano Artistico 300 lb. hot press watercolor paper. That’s my admission ticket which I stuck on at home.
As I pack my 2009 Minnesota State Fair journal cards away, to await the construction of a portfolio, I have two more cards I’d like to share with you—more on "the taking a break to revive yourself theme," which I mentioned earlier when showing my break and after cards from my two other Fair visits. (First day break, second day break.)
I’d spent Friday morning sketching, met with my friend Tom who was taking photos, and then decided I really did need to go home, because I must be getting a cold. As I walked out of the Fair, which for me is a walk to the back end where the barns are, I munched on a corn dog. Outside the Cow Barn I bumped into artist Marty Harris and we chatted for 20 minutes. He was on his way out for the day, walking towards the front of the Fairgrounds. Together, the corn dog, and a chance to view Marty’s great sketches, inspired me to walk through the Swine Barn for one last opportunity to sketch the animals. I got out the Pentel Pocket Brush Pen to warm up with the above sketch.
Then I used the pencils, still in my pocket, to do one last colored pencil sketch. I was pleased with the way I was able to bounce back. I’m particularly happy with this ewe’s eye (sheep and goats have horizontal pupils).
Above: One final ewe. 9 x 7 inches, Fabriano Artistico 300 lb. hot press watercolor paper; Faber-Castell Albrecht Dürer Watercolor pencils used dry and wet with a Niji waterbrush.
So that’s it. All that remains is for me to make a portfolio to contain these cards. In the meantime everything has been scanned and the cards are packed away. The table is clear—which means it’s time to tear down that watercolor paper for the next batch of bound journals! Life is going back to normal. Dick found one last remaining piece of salt water taffy. Since I rarely go upstairs during the day we were keeping the stash there to discourage me from eating some every time I stood up or took a break (I can’t resist taffy). He brought it downstairs for me. That’s love.