Monday, June 23, 2008
Afraid to Paint
I was afraid to paint in our motel room because I thought that I might get some paint on the carpet. Then I remembered that my paint was in one of many unlabeled boxes in our car three floors down, and I was too tired to try to find it anyway.
Luckily Linda had a pencil, and there was one scrap of paper that wasn't too slick to draw on. I tried to draw on the side with the type, but the pencil had thin leads and I couldn't compete with the dark type, so I drew on the other side.
Then I photographed the drawing...first straight on, and then at an angle. Yea, my figure seemed to come to life. Magic!
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