Sunday Sketches: polka dots

Happy Easter
to those who celebrate!

I began sketching around 2012. I mean regularly sketching. I always taught sketching to my elementary students, from all my classes: JK up to gr. 8. It's a fun hobby.

My client, who had ALS, was in bed and every Thursday afternoon I would visit and sketch while I was sitting there. He often had a nap in the 2nd hour I sat with him. It became a regular part of my week and I enjoyed it. If I didn't include my quirky little alien, he'd comment on it! I so enjoyed him. His was a wonderful Celebration of Life. He was dearly loved and respected.

This week, I had polka dots in mind. I'm not sure why.
I was sitting with my current client, with glaucoma she cannot see my art, but I tried to sketch her dairy barn. It didn't take! I ended up doing some dots in crayon. I took a photo of her small and large barns and shall attempt it later. This is the milk house.

When we were first married Jerome’s father would bring the milks cans to the milk house, where I’d wash them. He wanted me to milk the cows, but I wouldn’t have any part of that.
 I was married in 1942, we moved onto the farm in 1943, when we bought the farm from Jerome’s dad. He moved to Kingston, where he died in 1968.

She, as age 92, has many African violets, just like my father. I've taken two leaves to try and propagate a cutting! We'll see how that goes.



We looked after the grandies last week, and I (too late) bought some new thin and fat markers, as well as new pastels for our pretend art school. Alexandra's Sunday Sketches! 

pastels

Pencil crayons

Fat markers