drawing

I’m a lazy artist. If I can trace something instead of drawing it, I will. Often I will take a picture of something, print it out, and then transfer the outlines to whatever paper the finished drawing or painting is going to be on. I transfer the lines by using a pencil to scribble on the back of the paper, placing it scribble side down on the other paper and then tracing the outlines on the front. 

I have picked the picture for my next painting 

but my old printer won’t talk to my new mac mini. I haven’t bought a new one yet so if I want something printed out I have to send it to someone with a functioning printer that’s not out of ink. Unfortunately the two people I would ask, of which my grandgirl Robin is one, their printers are out of colored ink. So I have bought ink for Robin’s printer which arrives tomorrow. In the meantime, while I dithered about buying ink or buying a printer, I wanted to get started. 

I actually drew the leaves, proving to myself that I can still draw.

I’m going to do a colored pencil drawing first and then the painting. I’ve transferred the outlines to a page in my sketchbook

and put in a base layer of yellow in one of the leaves

but now I have to wait until the ink comes and the picture printed out for color reference while I finish the drawing.

My reds, yellows, oranges, and browns. 

Tomorrow I go in for the last medical procedure, then another week of laying around in recovery and I will be so glad to have all this behind me.