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 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 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.