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Sketch / Photo: Flooding in Brisbane prevents my posting yesterday.

Kat Johnston Sketch: Yes... this is what I planned to post yesterday. That didn't freakin happen though...

Yesterday I planned on posting an image, this sketch I had created moments before scanning it in. However, no sooner than I had uploaded it to Flickr and was preparing to write my post today, that the incredible occurred. My rumpus room flooded.

It has been steadily raining here over the past few days, and of course, we had to get flooded. The room went from dry to having a third of it covered in water in about two minutes flat. Now here’s the thing – this didn’t have to happen. There was no reason for this to happen – it was preventable! Our lounge had been flooded before, and there was ample opportunities for the owners of this place to fix the problem – in fact, I think they even filed an insurance claim over it. Did they fix the seal that allowed our rented property to flood though? No. They decided in their infinite wisdom that it ‘wouldn’t happen again’. It was very obviously a problem with dodgy construction, but they decided that rather than caring about the well-being of their tenants, they’d just let it slide and get the carpets cleaned.

I’ve been absolutely fuming over this, mainly because it was only by sheer luck that I was downstairs at the time this occurred to whisk all of our electronics equipment up from their places before they were drowned. It doesn’t do anything to help that the owners violated the residential tenancies act and had builders over to our place twice without any notice whatsoever either, twice in two weeks. Once this week, at 7:30 in the morning!

I’m telling you, if we didn’t need a place to live right now, I would be shooting daggers at people and glaring very very angrily. There might just be the use of flame-throwers too. I am not currently a happy camper.

Anyhow, hardly anything we can do about it now… so here’s a photo! Welcome to our new indoor swimming pool, courtesy of fools who would rather get annoyed tenants and carpet cleaned after the fact rather than fix the problem in the first place.

Kat Johnston: Flooding in Brisbane... why'd it have to be us?

Sketch: It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring.

Kat Johnston - wavy hair... what an inspired name, huh?

It’s been raining today – a lovely light mist of grey, shrouding the world in a cool, damp glow. Mmmm… very nice – when you’re happily rugged up inside, anyhow. Then again, I have been known to go outside to dance in the rain, just because it is raining!

I can’t do that today though. It seems that my knee is acting up for some reason or another, although against the urging of my wonderful radiographer friend, I’m leaving it a couple more days before heading to the docs… It doesn’t really hurt – just seems a bit ‘off’, if ya get what I mean. Damn knees. Damn knees and their damn aching.

My apologies for not having today’s image up a few days ago – I know I’ve skipped too many days recently. It’s so cyclical though – you don’t post one day, for one reason or another, then the next day you go ‘but I feel guilty about not posting yesterday, ohhhh, I don’t want to do today’, and then it gets to that special three day mark where you go ‘yeep, I’ve left it so long… I almost feel guilty going back, especially when I haven’t got something to show that will make up for not posting in the past few days’ and so on and so forth until you finally come to the forgone conclusion that you’re overthinking, and should just post a damn picture.

Thus, you’re getting just another silly picture. Phew! Yay! Have a great day, everyone… I’m going to listen to some music and smile and enjoy the rest of my evening.

Sketch: Further developed still…

Kat Johnston Sketch: Hey, this totally makes up for some of my previous misdeeds... just so you know.

So I’m doing little incremental scans of this picture as I work it up… we’ll just have to see how it looks fully when it is completely done. No pre-sketching is done with an image such as this – no pencil outlines or guides… it makes it seem almost daunting – one line wrong and whoops! Picture ruined. Well… perhaps. I hardly ever pre-sketch for a drawing such as this. Perhaps one day I should do that, yet I do find something fine, something exquisite about starting at one point, ending at another, and not over-working the part in-between.

That’s not to say that I don’t have an idea beforehand of what I want to do (in some cases) or think that my method is any better or worse than anyone elses… but I’ve always been more of a fan of the ‘evolving’ work over the rigidly structured type. But there ya go!

Okie dokey… that’s it until you see this picture the next time… unless you don’t see it another time. After all, if it turns out to be horrid when I make that one silly slip-up, then this may just be the last one of it that you see!

Sketch: A little further along… our little face grows.

Kat Johnston Sketch: a little further along.... lets see where this leads us...

Ahhhh, a rare and bountiful day where you are provided with two pictures, instead of the customary one. In this case though, it is simply a continuation of the last – I’ve added in a few more details, extending it, seeing where it will lead me. She’s a beguiling girl; I have yet to work out exactly where she is leading me, or what the destination is set to be. Wherever it is, however, it is sure to remain quite interesting.

That is all really… I don’t know what else to add. Someone reply to me? Pretty please? I’m so getting sick of the mountains of spam drifting through the ‘you have this many comments…’ list, with not one being an actual comment worthy of publishing. And I have low standards! All I require is that it isn’t bloody advertising.

Alrighty then… that’s all for now, methinks. I am going to go back to watching Mushi-shi and musing away, while I wait for the time to click closer to when my love arrives home and I can tumble into bed with him, wresting away all the snuggles he has resisted giving me throughout his working day. Snuggles are hard to steal when you are futher apart than you should be, and I must admit that typing ‘*hugs!*’ in msn really just doesn’t cut it beside the real thing.

Sketch: Mmm… I feel like some lunch.

Kat Johnston sketch - it's rather amazing what a few lines can turn into... connect them up, colour them in, and what do you get? A face!

Another day, another lunch. I think I’m in the mood for some cruskits, topped with some tuscan salami and some fresh, juicy tomato, sprinkled over with a touch of salt to draw out the sweetness of it… then perhaps a slither or two of delicious, firm Australian feta, or a few salty green olives stuffed with pimento.

I love food. I love even more the describing of food, as if the tasting of it were but one part of the entire experience. The way the mouth can water with anticipation, with deep and abject desire to take a bite out of even the most common delicacy… mmmmm. Even the most basic food can become to seem as one fit for the gods.

The way teeth slice through the flesh of a fruit, experiencing that first burst of flavour as the juice splatters onto the tongue, rending chunks with such childish glee as eyes slip closed in sweet reverie… that just begins to describe an apple. Apples are one of those things I cycle back and forth with – taking some time away from to approach again, only to learn over and over the simple delight of consuming either red or green varieties.

But I will not fall into a death-like slumber, no: I have no evil step-mother to name of, nor anyone I am aware of who would do me such justice as to kill me with a fairy-tale fate. Would my sweet prince come to free me from the prison of my body? Would my husband’s lips free the chunk of apple, so that I may breathe again unhindered?