Just Cuz

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Sometimes you just can’t help it! You see something that for whatever reason, catches your eye, tickles your fancy, and you just gotta draw it. But when you’re driving, it’s best not to whip out the sketchbook then and there, but rather take a quick pic and draw it later.

The drawing doesn’t capture the way the center brush twirled and whirled in the breeze as the truck drove through town. Nor did I allow enough space for the broom on the right of the pitchfork. A broom! I may have to re-draw it to include this vital item in the whimsy of it all.

And sometimes you just gotta use your chunky marker and finer Sharpie…oh how I love that combination! Five minutes it took to sketch this out.

Gotta go make some more drawings of the fun stuff I’ve seen lately. How about you?

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The Call of the Bins

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“Out of sight, out of mind” doesn’t really work for me. I ‘spose for a bit of time after I’ve packed something away, I don’t think about it much. But pretty soon, I start hearing things.

You’ll doubtless think me crazy, but my studio/sunroom has undergone a few overhauls in content over the last several years. Years ago, I switched out much of my drawing and painting supplies to make way for yarn on the shelving in my studio. The color-sorted wire trays on each shelf were so cheerful and made the yarn very accessible. A couple of years later, all that yarn was put into clear tupperware bins and stowed on top of a high shelf in our upstairs bedroom. Painting and drawing supplies filled the studio shelving which I desperately have more need of these days!! Being a creative person comes with loads of “stuff”, which I’ve tried to wrangle into a manageable chaos time and time again.

I need not go into all the other places where yarn is stowed in my house. But I start hearing things coming from the bags, boxes, cabinets, and of course these two bins, all of which is cleverly stashed (or NOT so cleverly) upstairs. I hear things like, “Knit me!” “Crochet me!” “Make this blanket!” “Finish this sweater!” They aren’t yelling. It’s this sweet melodic call, almost like music, that tickles my ears. It doesn’t stop (sometimes growing louder and louder) until I take a bin down and begin rummaging, pulling out something to knit or crochet.

Does this happen to you? Maybe you have your drawing and painting supplies in bins? Maybe it’s scrapbook stuff. Or fabric, or bits of glass and ceramic for mosaics….whatever. There’s something about packing it up with the thought that this is gonna go on a way back burner, that makes things start happening. Is it just me?

Anyway, I’ve been pulling these bins down quite often of late. I thought about (only briefly) trying to find a way to have it displayed or at least put in a more accessible spot. And then I thought: No! I like hearing things! I like the music I hear! Drawing and painting is like breathing for me. It is essential. But it’s kinda fun to have a hobby that tugs at you from time to time.

If you’re interested in seeing some of the things I’ve been making in response to my hearing things, pop over to my knitting blog. And if you’ve ever wanted to learn to knit and just never have, try learning from my tutorials there. And, of course, let me know what you think! 😉

Tale of a Sheep Gone South

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We’ve had this ornament you see, for many years now. I don’t know who gave it to us, nor exactly when. I’m pretty sure some wonderful crafter in South America made this ornament. But somehow, the expression on this “sheep”s face (for truly we don’t know what else it might be!) is freaky. It’s been called Evil Sheep from day one. Every year, the battle begins as to where this ugly ornament will hang on the tree. The Edwards men prefer front and center on the tree. The Edwards women want it tucked as far back behind and in the tree as possible.

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This year the battle ratcheted up a notch or two. After a few days of the usual move-to-the-front, move-to-the-back, back and forth, I came downstairs to find that even Lucky, our Elf on the Shelf, had joined forces with the men. How dare he!

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So I thought, surely our cat Lucy would love to have a bit o’ fun with this critter…you know, maybe even chew or claw at it a bit. 🙂 But NO! Lucy wasn’t one bit interested in this thing! I tried to get several photos of her with it, and the most she ever did was lick it! Maybe she felt sorry for the ugly, twisted expression on its face.

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The men’s final coup was to get the Angel on our Tree to participate in their diabolical plan! Can you believe this? Turning an Angel into Little Bo Peep is truly wicked!!

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But today, I will get my final revenge! I get to stuff Evil Sheep into a box with a bunch of happy ornaments….hehehe! For a whole year!!!! In our Instagrammed photos of this tug-of-war we’ve been keeping score. Edwards men=2, Edwards women=1, that kind of thing. Today I think I shall proclaim us ladies the WINNERS! Successfully drowning Evil Sheep into the ornament box for the next 335 days or so!

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Mwahahaha!!!

**I cropped out each image for telling the story. But here’s how my pages looked:

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A Line for Maddie

Friends of ours who went to live overseas, said to those of us sending them off, that we were the ones holding the line on the other end for them.  I loved that thought! And, as an artist, the idea that I hold one end of the drawn line as they “draw” the lines of their journey, fascinates, inspires, and touches me deeply.

This is what I envisioned this past Saturday, as we Walked for a Cure for Type 1 Diabetes with our daughter Maddie.  ALL of these people, the long ribbon of folks ahead of and behind us, hold the line for her and for every Type 1 child and adult who lives with this disease. We were ALL connected that day.  All of us joined together by one single line… a HOPE for a cure for juvenile diabetes.

I thought how, for me, this line begins with my daughter and connects to me, my husband (the one carrying the young girls’ jackets:), Maddie’s cousin Zoe, our friend Anna, and all of you!  You who have sent donations (over $500!) and well-wishes and cheers of support for our girl.

Thank you for holding the line for my Maddie! Randy and I are deeply grateful to all of you! Merci.

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Weekend Drawcumentation

I had a very full but wonderful weekend! When it looks like there may be little time to breathe between the coming and going, my desire to draw kicks in full throttle.  Maybe it’s something to do with a need to slow down somewhere in the midst of it, or to have a touchstone to my life as I’m experiencing it fly by me.  I dunno.  But I do know that I have to travel lite and so I put my trusty square Aquabee sketchbook in a ziploc bag with two Sharpies, one big, one little.

The awesome thing about drawing with a fat Sharpie is that it forces you to be quick about it and to just get down the major parts…no fiddling about with details.  If there’s time, you can use the thinner Sharpie for a few details, and then sometime later, go back in with watercolor.  A lovely combination I think.

My weekend started off with drawing downtown at our Ciener Botanical Gardens with a few other artist friends.  I do not have this one to show you yet…I tackled a very long accordian drawing and I CAN’T WAIT to show it to you when I’m finished!!

After that, I took my two younger kids and a friend to the Dixie Classic Fair!! Friday evening was beautiful and warm.  The above drawing was done in YesterDay Village, my absolute favorite part of the Fair!  Trees wrapped in Christmas lights, old cabins and tobacco barns, tractors, pottery and basket weaving, and the awesome chain saw sculptor,  Jerry Ward.  Maddie and I hung out here for quite a while, munching on Kettle Corn as the evening fell into indigo.  It was lovely.

Then right before we left for home, I heard strains of beautiful music coming from the vicinity of the Clock Tower.  I asked William about it and he said that he and his friend had already listened to this guy twice that afternoon and loved his music.  As I got closer I realized I had heard this musician before.  It was Jim Cole, who back in the early 90’s had performed several times in Winston at our church.  It was awesome to hear him again…exquisite guitar melodies with a fantastic voice that has hints of James Taylor, a fact that Jim jokes about since he hears it so much. It was the perfect way to end the night.  Well, except for the fireworks that began as we walked away from the Clock Tower.  Ooohs, aaahs, and sighs from a lovely evening.

On Saturday we traveled to Wingate University to spend the day with our college girl!!! It was fabulous catching up with her, going on a tour of the campus and seeing the places she hangs out the most, which is the Batte Center since she is a music ed. major.  We tailgated with BBQ and all the trimmings and then went in to watch Wingate play football against Mars Hill.  We only lasted to the end of the 1st quarter.

I sit here blogging and it’s 44 degrees outside.  But that day (just 4 days ago), it was 84 degrees, and in the blistering, autumn sun, neither Maddie nor I could take it anymore.  We got our folding chairs and set up in a strip of shade provided by the concession stand at the top of the Erwin Belk Stadium.  I only got on paper the two people leaning and sitting, before a friend walked by and we chatted and caught up with each other.  The rest of the family was done with the heat by this time and wanted to go for ice cream, so I had to finish this from memory when we got home. It wasn’t too hard to leave Catherine there again, knowing she will be home this Friday for fall break!

We got in the car AGAIN on Sunday afternoon!!!  We are crazy, yes? We drove to Lincolnton, NC where Randy’s parents live in order to celebrate his dad’s birthday. I do wish I had a drawing of this day.  But I was having too much fun gabbing and hanging out with the family to sit down long enough to draw.  Those memories will have to stay logged in my heart and mind.

That’s always the tension: do I draw it? and thereby live it?  Or do I just live it?  If you draw everything, you won’t experience some of it.  But if you don’t draw any of it, you’ll miss something.  So even a drawing from memory or from a photo is better than none at all.  Hmmm…so where are those goofy photos of Grandpa right before he blew out the candles on his cake……??  I gotta draw THAT!