Kat Johnston

Tag: pink

  • In case I don’t see you, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.

    Kat Johnston – yup… its officially true. I’ve cracked. Ok, not really, but by the look of that little face… I don’t think I’d want to get on Pinky here’s crazy…er side. Never trust a person that smiles too much – taint natural to be too happy.

    I’m doing another advance write-up for today, even though I haven’t yet done the picture to go in here. It just seems easier when I know that, again, I am going to be working fairly solidly throughout the day on last-minute polishing of assignment work before I hand in my very last assignment ever (one would hope).

    Tomorrow (as in the day after this is posted, not at the time it is actually written), I am heading off to Sydney for a few days to attend a housewarming, get away from things, spend some time with friends and all that jazz. In short: uni over, time to relax. At least for a little while.

    Now, to be honest, I’m not even sure that the people that I am staying with have a scanner. I’m not so sure how my commitment to an image a day is going to go while I am down there. However, I know that there has to be at least one digital camera around, and if all else fails, I can still write a post and put up a nice big IOU. Hell, I might even fall back on doing something with a mouse in Paint if it means that there is something up to continue this project exactly as it is meant to continue.

    I’ve become rather attached to it. I haven’t missed a day in quite a while, and I don’t really plan to miss a day just because I am out of town, either. There might be some sporadic posting times, depending on when I happen to be online, but hopefully I can still stick with the commitment of a creative product a day. We’ve all seen some of the doozies I’ve thrown up before when I’ve been strapped for time or resources – it kinda just goes to show to me that it doesn’t matter. It is the continued resolve, not the actual images themselves that make this particularly worth-while to me. Yes, the pictures are important. They’re vitally important. They’re what this is all about. But if it takes a few shabby ones up with the rest to stay in the habit of doing what I love, then so be it. See you in Sydney!

  • Rest in peace, sweet dandelions…

    Ogres are annoying… especially when they go trampling my dandelions.

    Another very quick, very rough little drawing (its Sunday… what can I say?) to make sure that I’ve got today covered in the ‘creative product a day’ vein. This one has a story.

    Since last week, I have been craving a particular type of strawberry flavoured chocolate (this one here) which I can only obtain (in bulk) by getting in a car with my lovely husband and driving over to the other side of town. So, this morning, the conversation went something like this:

    Him: So, what do you want to do today?

    Me: Go to Sunnybank.

    Him: Why? What do we have to go way over there for?

    Me: Candy.

    Him: But there’s a supermarket less than five…

    Me: Candy.

    Him: But the…

    Me: Candy.

    Him: Just down the road, supermarket, full of can…

    Me: Strawberry chocolate candy. Here’s your keys.

    And thus, the rather quick, rather immature battle of the wills was won. Sucker.

    Our car is parked out the front of the house, on a little brick drive-way thingie that curves through the front yard. I was admiring the field of dandelions we currently have taking up most of our excuse for a front yard, as I danced blissfully towards our awaiting chariot to take me to the mythical candy.

    For those that haven’t been reading for a while, you might not realize that I rather like dandelions. Whether dandelion clocks (which rarely tell the right time), or full bloom in their pretty little yellow glory, these unappreciated flowers are just gorgeous to me.

    James knows I like dandelions. He also knows that he is going to have to drive. For over an hour there and back. To get candy.

    I jump into the car, blissfully unaware of his evil scheme, my eyes wide and shiny with wonder at the wonderful world around me, all full of potential and greatness and cuddleyness and dandelion fields. I turn to my loving husband, with all his grumbling and his moaning, gently stroking a hand by his knee as I quietly whisper with downcast eyes, ‘Thank you so much, sweetheart, for driving me across town. I really do appreciate it, you know. You’re so wonderful, and sweet, and kind.’

    He flicks the ignition and the car growls into life, its sound harsh against the twitter-tweet of the blue birds perching on the tree-branches close by. With that, James turns, a maniacal look glimmering deep in the recesses of his wild, bloodshot eyes as he jerks the car forward to crush my precious dandelions, singing ‘I’m an ogre, I’m an ogre, no dandelions for you!’

    ‘Why oh why did you crush my dandelions, my love?’ I whimper, as I look towards him with glassy, tear-filled eyes.

    ‘I’m a ogre. Its my job to crush dandelions.’

    With that, we drove away… and I got my strawberry chocolate candy. But at what price? So many pretty dandelions, so ruthlessly murdered under the tires of a rather vengeful ogre’s car. AND I still have to live with the damn ogre, who will live to crush again.

    Where oh where is my prince, to save me from the ogre, sweep me off my feet and avenge the deaths of so many innocents? Or at least get me strawberry chocolate candy on demand without having to crush dandelions needlessly in the process?

    Disclaimer: events may have been changed just a teensie weensie bit for dramatic effect. Eg, my eyes weren’t so tear-filled, and my fist may have just connected to his arm at that point. Other than that… all true, promise. Especially the blue birds. Blue birds rock.

  • Just another Monday closer to the end of the semester.

    Kat Johnston Sketch – just another quickie face on a simple pad of pink paper… nothing stunning today, sadly.

    IOU one rambling, meaningful post. I’m taking a sick-day from them: blame the Mondayitus.

  • Invading space monkeys from the planet Mars.

    Kat Johnston Sketch – When all else fails, find one note-pad of pink paper, one blue biro, apply flies liberally.

    Its a Sunday afternoon and despite the fact that I was spending a nice amount of time sitting down and watching Numbers with the husband, I have cut into that to make some time to do today’s post before it gets too late. How’s that for dedication for you? I’m not even letting it go on a Sunday.

    Sorry for the random post title, but I didn’t think that ‘More freakin’ flies on a piece of pink paper’ was going to capture anyone’s attention. Next time, I might even draw some invading space monkeys from the planet Mars… I think that would be fun.

    Anyhow… this is really a nothing post today… flies were drawn because I needed to put something up, and they are easy to sketch out while watching Numbers… and suitably more significant for the fact that Numbers often talks about the non-existence of randomness, while I am ‘randomly’ putting flies down on a piece of paper. I know it isn’t random – I think of where to put each, because of how it will link up here, or generate space around there, or how putting one in this location gives more room for me to put one over there later… but it is still drawn with a desire to appear ‘random’, even though it really isn’t.

    I wonder if someone with an incredibly mathematical mind could sit down and actually plot out where I would place things dependent upon the first few lines I draw when it comes to positioning flies… I think it would be interesting to see.

    Ok… that’s enough of my randomness today… I’m off to watch another episode of Numbers! Tomorrow: Something with a touch more substance… I hope.

  • Eep! Better get one up quick before I forget…

    Kat Johnston Sketch – cute, huh? Well, I think so! I don’t even like mushrooms… or toadstools.. but I do like this little fellow.

    Here we go – another random sketch for another random day. I thought I had better get around to throwing one up onto the site before I completely and utterly forget about doing it at all!

    I’m sorry… no big, long, rambling post today. I have a bit more writing to do before I can properly relax and move onto the next assignment, so I have to get back to work. In the mean-time, enjoy the piccie, and I promise I will type out something deep and meaningful (or at least patently rediculous) next time… or at the very least, the day after that. Tuesday at worst, promise. *grin*