Poor Butterfly indeed! This is the catchy title of the Errol Garner track (song? track? how does one phrase the title of a song of yesteryear? track seems slightly crass…) anyway, an excellent tune and make no mistake.
Today’s contribution to the loosely termed “Daily Drawing” or “DD” or “Double D” is a tragic snap shot of Mildred in her rubber waders. I think we can all agree that Mildred had a recent shit time of it.
This drawing was in fact crafted over the weekend, and therefore it is quite purposefully misleading of me to go about claiming it to be a drawing of this day of our Lord, the 7th of April. Clearly us artist types are consummate liars and simply not to be trusted.
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I got distracted for a bit there by making soup, hanging out washing and then trying to find pictures of ladies in the beat generation to see exactly how they wore their Black. And were they more of the blonde or the black-haired persuasion? I have not as yet found the answer as i realised some way through that i was in fact half way through writing this blog entry, so please forgive me dear reader, perhaps i will have a more educated answer to the question you didn’t ask regarding lady-beats hairstyles.
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Now, yes, back to it. So Mildred and her rubber waders. Largely inspired by last Fridays downpour. I’m sure if you were in Melbourne you could not have missed it. It was a blackened day, lit by great shafts of forked lightening being hurtled from the heavens. I took an ill-timed lunchbreak and wound up huddling beneath a sparse-leafed tree watching people wading shoeless across Victoria Parade. Unable to do so myself due to costume restrictions (for tis un-seemly for a lady to bare her ankles..) eventually i had to leep overflowing drains and spend the rest of my afternoon huddled beneath a particularly cold and unforgiving air vent in wet clothes. Conversation then quickly moved on to rubber waders and my head-box just sort of ran with it. Largely i am happy with the finished product, except for the colour(s).
Now another problem with doing a daily drawing is that you are forced to publish whatever you finish (unless you produce a real real stinker, as i have done now and again). Now i say forced, who am i forced by? Only myself and the silly rules i have invented, which i mostly don’t follow, but i feel forced all the same. Perhaps compelled would be a better word. As you may have noticed i am only really just beginning to experiment with colours, having previously stuck to a strict pallet of red & black or versions of. But then i bought some coloured pens, and here we are! Blue, yellow, by god it’s madness. So alas you, dear reader, (or indeed you, dear person who has wandered from the other grazing flock of the internet – accidentally toward this blog – quite by accident – as so often happens) have the misfortune of having to pain your eyes with the sight of inexpertly placed daubs of colour displaying all the skill of a particularly unruly kindergarten child just unleashed on a box of paints. I am awful i know. I use too many colours and i use them inexpertly and these are the very reasons why i have kept away from colour for so long.
But damn it, it’s fun.
Colours are fun. My new yellow pen is more precious to me than the entire rest of the contents of my pencil case (but please don’t tell them i said that), and as a card carrying lover of stationary these are not words i utter lightly. So i’m afraid you’ll have to bear with my amateurish colourmanship for a short time longer until i have a)gained some skill or b)given the whole thing up in a moment of just clarity.
I feel i ought to say also that the eel was inspired by my memory of a eel i met at my primary school principals house that went by the name of “old blue eyes”. Now, i must clarify that the eel was not in Mr Evaroas house, it was in fact in his creek. We would go down to Mr Evaroas creek and throw bread in for the eels, there was a big gang of them and the biggest of the lot was old blue eyes, the only eel i have ever seen in my life with piercing bright blue eyes. The wallpaper does not do him justice.
RIP old blue eyes.
