More Static

Me: Drawing is like molasses today.
R: How is drawing like gopher butts?

This is what I have to put up with. All. The. Time.

This is also why I married him.

At no point today did I feel irresitably drawn to my sketchbook. I ground out a page or two anyways (and I'll do more with an episode or two of Kojak), because I've taken on "fake it till you make it" as my battlecry.

We didn't get to take a salsa dancing lesson tonight. While I'm partially relieved that I was spared the struggles and conspicuousness of Doing Something New, more of me is shaking a stick at that part of me now-relieved-that-one-was-scared. He'll get another Friday off eventually, right? And when he does, then we'll go and take a dance lesson, have some good, free fun.

Drawing was slow, but I put in a couple hours working in Illustrator, and now have two logos (for a paying client!) to show for my troubles. I also learned a thing or two about Photoshop brushes that will save me a good deal of time and effort next go round.



I watched three movies today. Pursuit of Happyness, Rounders (the one I always have trouble remembering when telling people what I did today), and Dial M for Murder. Happyness was cute, Rounders was good (but forgettable), and Dial M blew me away. I was riveted. RIVETED, I tell you. If my next few Hitchcock movies treat me this well, rest assured I will become a Hitchcock fangirl. Additionally, if those go well, I may go so far as to watch Psycho.

I just realized I'm wearing my shirt inside out and backwards.

Somewhere in the middle of all that vectoring and film-intaking, I wrangled Reagan (wrangled reagan, wrangled reagan wrangled reagan... hahaha) for a painting lesson. He gave me some advice, and we did a little hands-on with last night's "Static". Being taught by him brings out an oddly loud defensiveness, though. I get huffy with "I know how to use Photoshop" and "I can do that myself", bits of pride and wrestle-for-control that don't usually crop up in our relationship.

It's more amusing than problematic.

After he gave me a few pointers and we went to bed I played around with the image a little more:



Still not ecstatic with it. =\

As I do more painting in Photoshop, I more clearly identify things it does and that I wish it does (or at least I wish I knew how to achieve). I keep trying to get a digital program to act like an analog pencil or pen, which it doesn't do automatically, even with a tablet. Practice practice practice... even when switching mediums makes it feel like I'm taking two giant steps backwards...