Scribble me pink

I had my first art lesson today, and I'd classify it as a success for two reasons: one, I didn't feel like a total hack; two, I learned something new. I worked with charcoal, first doing a landscape in my amateurish way. Then Marcel showed me how I *should* do it. So I did that again, and it wan't half bad. Then we went through his reference photos, and he chose one of a little alley with marked values. I sketched it large to work on perspective and the values. Then, I did it on smaller scale, and he declared it fit to be traced to transfer to a canvas. My next lesson will involve painting the scene.  But...all in black. As if I were still working with charcoal.

I came home exhausted. I'm not used to standing on concrete for 2.5 3.5hrs anymore(see, I'm so tired, I can't even count. :P). Since I already wrote for the day, I think I'll have supper and curl up with a book. That's a nice way to spend an evening alone.  

A few days late

Tagged by mindseas

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* Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
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1. I am left-handed.

2. Whenever driving long distances in the States, I used to practice tongue tricks in the rearview mirror. I have a bendable, biddable tongue.

3. The older I get, the more I feel my mortality...and I hate it.

4. I composed a song with my siblings and some friends when I was seven, the lyrics of which I will not post here because  friggwould have a hay day with them.

5. I used to pretend I was sick to get out of going to school, not because I didn't like school, but because I liked to stay home and read and draw. When I was in the first grade, my favorite trick was to put mushed up Saltine crackers in the toilet and not flush. Then I would tell my mom I'd been throwing up.

6. I've broken both of my collarbones. Got thrown by a crowhopping horse the first time, playing touch football the second time (ironically, the eve of this, I had been told by my guardian NOT to be playing football with the boys because they might take advantage of the game to grope me. AND it was the day of my team's first basketball game of the season. I only got to play the last game that year).
 
7. Growing up, I was so sick of people mispronouncing my name, I swore I would change it when I turned eighteen.

8. Instead,  upon turning eighteen, I pierced my own navel. Using a clothespin and numbing the skin with ice. Understandably, I didn't go deep enough and my body "pushed" the pin out. I still have the scar.

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