Dear Friends,
One moment today I stopped. I was walking through the middle of the living room. Suddenly I wasn’t sure where to put my foot next. My life seemed to depend on which direction I chose. I don’t mean to be dramatic — it was almost meaningless — but I froze, realizing that now, with Clark gone, my life is up to me.
So I went to the kitchen and candied some pecans.
Then I drew for a long time, first painting lines with erasable marker on a big white cup so I could follow them on paper for the contour class. I did the same on an apple, and then Zing and I went for a walk by the river, and I sat on a bench and drew his head (Zing said it was not necessary to paint lines on him.) With my pen I followed some of his errant hairs, which were as good as lines, or better.
Love,
k
This is called cross contour
it’s supposed to make you aware of volume
Zing does not seem to like me to look at him directly for long,
so it’s hard to draw his face
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