Medium Rare

Okay.  Finished!!! The picture is the last thing you’ll see.

The Prompt today is: Rare Medium. Describe a typical day in your life — but do it in a form or in a medium you’ve rarely — if ever – used before. If you’re a photoblogger, write a poem. If you’re a poet, write an open letter. If you’re a travel blogger, write a rant. (These are all examples — choose whatever form you feel like trying out!)

This is a hard one for me because I do poetry or prose or art or photography or rants every day, so what is left?  I guess I’ll have to resort to one of the things I am the worst at: drawing.  This I do not do well, but I will try.  Come back in a few hours and you’ll see the result.

I traveled for 15 hours yesterday so bear with me, but please do come back!!! (Gnashing teeth because I really do want to write a poem so badly.  Will right win out or will norm?????)

Three hours later:

Things I had forgotten before I drew this horrible picture

—How hard it is to draw a straight line.

—How hard it is to draw a curved line

—How hard it is to draw a crooked line.

—That  an 8.5X11 inch drawing was going to be reduced to a point where it is hard to make out detail. Come to think of it, this might be an advantage.  Never mind.

—Why I gave up drawing long long ago

—How humbling it is to display something you do poorly for the world to see.

—That it is actually kind of fun to color

—That it is very very hard to color near the edge of a page.

—That art of any kind, no matter how poor the end result, causes you to enter into a time warp.

Four hours later:

Now that I have my sketch scanned, converted to jpeg, straightened and ready to go, my blog absolutely refuses to accept it. I think perhaps I’m not meant to share my lack of sketching prowess with the world. I’ll try one more time, and then give up.

Half hour later: Okay, I’ll try twice and then give up. Rescanning the picture.

Ten minutes later:  Why is it taking so long to scan this picture when it normally takes a minute or less????

Okay, here it is.  Once I actually saw it on the blog, I decided to move it from first position to last.  Remember. I cannot do 2 dimensional art.  I disavow any responsibility for or pride in the below image:

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Those are my three kids–Squeak, Frida and Diego.  Squeak is a cat and Frida and Diego are dogs.  Yes, I really did have to kill a scorpion I found in a drawer first thing this morning.  Yes, that is a volcano in the background. (It is saying, “Look at Me.”)  Not possible to read in this small version. No, I do not have any groceries in my house.  No, my studio is not really this messy.  It is 100 times worse!  No, I am not Alice in Wonderland.  The “Drink Me” glass contains a smoothie.  Thankfully, I’d left one in the freezer as I had none of the proper ingredients. Yes, once knew how to draw perspective but I haven’t the patience for it anymore.

This is absolutely the last drawing of mine you will ever see on this blog!!!!!



11 thoughts on “Medium Rare

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  2. Allenda Moriarty

    I recognize it all, oops, I mean, everything but the mess. I’m glad that is Colima in the distance and not Mt. Garcia smoking. If I were home, I would purposely NOT be calling your house for a couple of days, and let you sleep, but we would be hankering for a game of Mexican train as soon as you were able. Glad you found the scorpion before it found you. Yes, it all sounds like home, and I love your picture. Both Charleston and Ansley want to Skype you. They were complaining about how long it had been since they had seen you. They were asking today and I said I would try to see if we could make it happen. They just took off for the Space Museum and we’re doing separate Boys Night Out and Girls Night Out dinners tonight, so maybe we can catch you sometime tomorrow. Hope the babies were very good in your absence. xo A


  3. Ann O'Neal Garcia

    Judy, I happen to adore your drawings. First, all that bright color. Then the witty sayings of everything around you, trying to nudge you out of your nice comfy bed with plaintive feed me’s and clean me’s. You’re a riot. Even the danged volcano gets into the action: Look at me. (It should take a selfie, that’s what I think)…That piece of art at the foot of your bed: Make me. Yeh, get up, Lazy Bones. Don’t you ever attend to your art? What is this writing all the time? And your art, meanwhile, sits on the floor neglected. I’d holler, too. I get a real feel for your place with this art. Do you know Lynda Barry’s fine works? Look her graphic comedy up–you will relate as I relate you to her… BIG compliment, Judy. Seriously.


    1. grieflessons Post author

      I had forgotten about Linda Barry. I used to love her work. I think i saw it in the Comic News—can’t remember its real name. Mind shot, but at least I have my colored pencils to console me.


  4. grieflessons Post author

    Oh Ann, only you could make me feel good even about things I do poorly. I know I could have done better, but somehow didn’t want to! Just wanted to do the exercise–stubborn! Then it was so bad I tried to cover up by spending 4 times as long coloring it as it took to draw it. I might as well have taken more time to draw it! I guess we only taken exquisite time and care doing the things we love best…But I did regress a bit doing this. Rediscovered coloring as a meditation.


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