You know. I'm sure many of you go through this all the time, but whenever I have those days when I'm super tired that I can't keep my eyes wide open or too lazy to lift my head to look at a person's face, people usually think I'm angry. Especially the taller group of people.
No, I'm just tired. Some of my friends that are my height can recognize it, but not the others.
So here's what I think is happening...
A person of my height's perspective...
And then a death glare for those who are way up high...
I'm sorry :( I swear I don't mean it...sometimes :)
Since I've been back I hung out with my mom a lot, and she's the perfect sketching buddy because she just sits there and enjoys the scenery with me. I guess that's the benefits of drawing with an older person.
Speaking of which, when my mom and I visited the Chicago Botanical Gardens, we sat in a Chicago Blues concert where the elderly and their families were just chilling.
It was glorious.
One of the things that I love to draw are the elderly. They are such intriguing characters filled with history and blandness. It's great.
So here they are.
This girl was actually from Caribou, but I thought I'd just slip this in here.