Tess

This is Tess. She’s the spoiled daughter of a wealthy oil tycoon. See how she’s looking to the left? She’s eyeballing her nicer sister’s fiance who she will soon try and seduce but will fail, estranging her sister, her father (who was previously blind to her weasely ways) and her great aunt Roberta.

Tess’ family will exile her to the outskirts of town in a small cottage where she will be forced to be alone and think about how rotten she has become. Eventually, she will embrace her new, plain existence and become a nature lover, marry a handsome farmer and have 9 kids.

Crazy Old Mr. Smith

This is Lord Strathcona also known as Donald Smith. Apparently, he was a real person with a real Wikipedia page. He had something to do with the beginnings of Canada but who cares about all those facts and dates…

I think he looks like a crazy old man who probably lived at a dilapidated mansion at the end of the street. He was always a little eccentric but after his wife died he regressed into his isolated world. He has an extensive moth collection he keeps in his study and yells and shakes his cane at the neighborhood kids if they get too close to his rhododendrons. They were his wife’s favorite.

Deep down, though, he’s still a kindly old man and will eventually befriend a cheery local girl and her orphan friend and they will hang prisms from the windows and watch the rainbows they make on the wall. Oh, wait.

Who do YOU think he looks like?

Spring, thou dost stab me in the back.

It was a bit refreshing to just draw today. No color, no wet media, just graphite and paper. The simple days.

*flower added post-drawing for a springy effect*

Just that I was able to see the paper, or the model for that matter, is a miracle. ‘Tis allergy season and is it just me, or is it 50x worse this year?

I had to go to Target today for some odds and ends and all I did was sneeze-stumble through the store with a box of Fiber One under one arm (which seems to happen a lot) and a can of coffee grounds under the other, thinking, “WHERE ARE THE BLACK OLIVES?!” (It took me 15 minutes to find them.)

As a matter of fact, even now, in order to keep my nose from running, I’m not even looking at my computer screen. My head is tilted back and I’m typing blind. I’m positive my allergy medication has joined the pollen and is now fighting against me with team shirts that say “WE ARE THE MEAN, GREEN HISTAMINES”.

I MAY BE GOING INSANE.