made, not finished… with good reason (sort of).
Laaaast summer when I went back home to California I spent an afternoon in the Capistrano Mission sketching some of its adobe architecture. Meticulous as I am, I couldn’t finish before I started getting a sunburn so had to take a picture for a later sitting in front of the computer screen instead of in the sunshine. Not long after uploading the image to my laptop, the damn thing jumped off of my desk and took my harddrive with it. Unfortunately, I lost everything I didn’t back up… which included most things, especially my model to finish this sketch.
Last week when I went back to California, I went back to the Mission and rectified the situation so (maybe) I can do just that.
I’ve been pretty unmotivated in the everything-department lately, but now that I’m fresh from the Western air I plan on getting back-on-track with my doodles!
… and maybe some other stuff, too.
made in 4th grade!!
My cartooning technique hasn’t changed much since childhood (the eeeeeeeeeeyes!), but I have gotten a little more refined if I do say so myself.
I went cabinet-diving into the past one early morn in California and found loooooooads of fun memories placed deep in my old shelves… including these drawings, printed inside a photocopier made yearbook.
I’m thinking my favorite actress choice was based solely on my love for Sister Act 2.
Bette Midler was probably a close second because of Beaches.
made for Indian Princesses (mostly by dad) à la age 7? maybe?
I definitely just conceptualized this baby.
And picked the color.
Growing up (and now) our dad has always had a love of cars and his 1971 El Camino was always his working project and great car pride. All the cool cars go to California and his helps prove it.
It’s loud, shiny and just plain pretty.
On Wednesday nights throughout elementary school we were regulars at the Wienerschnitzel car show. My brother and I spent the hours running around shined silver rims and bright-colored classics while dad schmoozed with his Meano’s hood up.
Before turning into our driveway, we’d pedal (to the metal) through the neighborhood to the tunes of the Eagles’ Hell Freezes Over, never complete until we heard the song “Get Over It” and burned rubber on the side-street next to our house.
Surely, mom knew we were home, then.
(Now the note in the first picture makes sense 😉 )
Way to go Dad and Bro for being the owners of a rad ride.
made one on top of the other
As it turns out, this craft spawned a dream-come-true and is highly thanks to my mom for having two pristine jigsaw puzzles to work with back home in California.
made at the baby shower
This onesie is the beginning of something epic.
While in California I got to go to my cousin’s baby shower – the first out of five I’ve been able to attend! Anyway, my Aunt Teri is one smart hostess who knows how to keep her hair-brained family in check: with food, drinks, and of course (most notably), crafts!
Decorating onsies and bibs is a great way to pass the time at a baby shower in between ooos, awes and pampers.
made aboard the legendary Queen Mary
There are many sites to see in Southern California and in my childhood the Queen Mary ship was never one I frequented. In my mind I had linked rumors of its haunted decks with slumber party fears of Bloody Mary to equal a firm decision in not wanting to go.
But that was then, this is now, of course, and as it stands, I’d pretty much love to be a Ghostbuster these days.
Conveniently, a Ghosts and Legends tour is provided that is not suitable for children under the age of 15. Though my own understandings of the paranormal lead me to believe that ghosts don’t haunt in 25 minute intervals, my brother did put it nicely: “more believable than Disney.”
Weirdly (or maybe not) the biggest chill I felt while aboard the ship was when I got a load of one of the gigantic propellers, lighted just below the surface of the water. I even had to walk out for a second and then return to fully view the scene.
Believing the ship was haunted after our tour was something I still wasn’t sure on – though events that occurred afterwards on my SoCal voyage would point me towards affirmative.
This picture helps too – I may have only captured white sunlight streaming in the windows, but it could also be spectres, phantom images of passengers or troops tied as tightly to the decks of the Queen Mary as she is the docks at Long Beach.