tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post2193390533307720717..comments2023-10-11T04:09:53.564-07:00Comments on materfamilias writes: Home and Thinking about Clever Cartoons and How To Draw Horsesmaterfamiliashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-25428376902286930662019-06-18T18:45:05.805-07:002019-06-18T18:45:05.805-07:00I lost myself in reading all the comments ( as alw...I lost myself in reading all the comments ( as always :) and hopping into the New Yorker link to the article by Emma Hunsinger. I was immediately traumatized in a humorous way. It reminded me again why it took me 60 years to pick up a pencil and try drawing. My older sister was ( and still is ) an incredible artist. I specifically remember sitting by her watching her draw a horse !! And a perfect horse !! At the age of 8!! I was always so proud of her and her ability to draw horses, but it sure intimidated me. The horse became the forever benchmark of my failing attempts at feeling like an artist. Encouraging as she was ... I would never be as good as her. Ah yes, the horse. <br />Another comment I have is that of your transition back home. I'm becoming more and more aware of those 'times following'. Whether it's a trip or a big event or even a not so nice experience. I'm giving myself more permission not to leap right back into life. I've learned this the hard way I might add. <br /><br />They say it takes one hour per day per time zone change to start to feel you have your footing. That's 8 or 9 days for a trip to Europe. We don't tend to clear our calendars for the inevitable 8 - 9-day transition. <br /><br />I love your sketches from your art journal. They are charming and real and that's meant in a good way. <br />So welcome home, I selfishly am glad you have you back in my neck of the woods.Sandy Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15347956963173779069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-72687360223840024402019-06-15T05:44:19.618-07:002019-06-15T05:44:19.618-07:00Stacy, how exciting to have a trip like that to pl...Stacy, how exciting to have a trip like that to plan for -- I'm glad you found my post helpful. The Roger Lapébie trail is a gem.materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-22204673281435440432019-06-14T13:00:11.154-07:002019-06-14T13:00:11.154-07:00Thank you for the tip about the cycling path. I...Thank you for the tip about the cycling path. I've started collecting tidbits for a French cycling trip in spring 2020! The sketchbook was an enjoyable peek into your adventures. Stacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424660063345307786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-90353255382416240422019-06-13T12:48:06.163-07:002019-06-13T12:48:06.163-07:00Sue: Yes, that's a perfect solution, reading w...Sue: Yes, that's a perfect solution, reading while supervising the washing machine from the couch! Wasn't that a great piece -- she packed so much into what looked roughly like a cartoon . . . <br />Eleonore: I loved it too -- like you, I found it satisfying at the level of what it claimed to be talking about -- so instructive about drawing horses, studying their gait -- and then at that whole other story that got told through pictures, words just glancing off it. . . <br />A. You are so kind! I do think these horses are better than the earlier version, and when I manage to look objectively, I can see there are some lines that I do quite like -- and I really like the way that white shows up on the tan paper -- It's the ubiquitous Sakura Gelly Roll white pen (which comes in a variety of tips so that you can get very fine to much bolder lines. I'm surprised at how quickly it's become a pen I want to have on hand always.materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-32062099010703828722019-06-13T07:52:20.712-07:002019-06-13T07:52:20.712-07:00I beg to differ...sure does look like horses to me...I beg to differ...sure does look like horses to me, all three of them, especially the one in the middle who is so clearly bending its neck and munching grass. You totally captured how their whole upper body folds just to have a little lunch. I would be proud to share them if I were you. So fetching, too, the white paint/ink on tan paper.<br />Back when my comments were going AWOL, I tried to comment on now remarkably well you conveyed to me that it was Paul that you sketched next to a car in France. Without reading the words, I immediately recognized his stance from many photos of him. In a few simple lines you nailed it completely. Not Paul!...the stance!<br />A.in LondonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-78530782885142424162019-06-13T01:15:35.558-07:002019-06-13T01:15:35.558-07:00I loved the horse story. Apart from being about ad...I loved the horse story. Apart from being about adolescence and love and feeling, it is also about horses and about drawing, and I learned a lot. Thank you! How would I come across a sweet piece like this if it wasn't for you?Eleonorenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-49597677189186432362019-06-12T16:07:32.541-07:002019-06-12T16:07:32.541-07:00Welcome home. The couch and a book will always win...Welcome home. The couch and a book will always win for me when we return from a long trip. I love to read while the washing machine is thumping... makes me feel somewhat productive while at the same time slothful. Plus putting off the leap into life at home for when you feel rested and energetic makes the "reentry" even sweeter. Loved the horse piece in the New Yorker. xoSue Burpeehttp://www.highheelsinthewilderness.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-63075396369402359052019-06-12T09:35:44.466-07:002019-06-12T09:35:44.466-07:00Mme: So true, sometimes the longest steps in the w...Mme: So true, sometimes the longest steps in the workout are the ones to get across the street. . . so we're very lucky that we do have a gym in the building and if I can just make it to the elevator . . . I slept until 4:15 this morning and it felt great! Although 5 would suit me very well instead. . . <br />Dottoressa: How well you know me! ;-)<br />Lisa: That makes sense but I wouldn't have thought of it -- you must be an influencer because I decided to wait one more day before working out.<br />TofF: Your kind and thoughtful words made such a difference to me yesterday! I struggle occasionally with whether or not the blog is worth maintaining, and then to get this kind of feedback! Thank you!<br />Hostess: You're doing well with your FitBit! I let my iPhone count steps for me but it's not so easily visible. whatever gets us moving, right?<br />Mary: Ah, you sound well-acquainted with jet lag! And doesn't it seem to get tougher each year?!<br />Marilyn: Thanks so much for drawing it to my attention -- and for your kind comment here. I love your illustrations (that recent one of the market veggies!materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-85304338342500522112019-06-12T08:42:46.805-07:002019-06-12T08:42:46.805-07:00Glad you enjoyed the New Yorker piece (and I love ...Glad you enjoyed the New Yorker piece (and I love your own sketchy horses!) Marilyn Naronhttp://mpnaron.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-76948256906266572942019-06-12T04:25:44.802-07:002019-06-12T04:25:44.802-07:00Welcome home. To the temporary nether-world of jet...Welcome home. To the temporary nether-world of jet lag. Home in body, but the mind is taking a bit longer to make the journey. Never mind that home requires your full attention. Just. not. possible...yet.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11587652444835060129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-20730123769682447502019-06-11T13:42:27.687-07:002019-06-11T13:42:27.687-07:00It’s a hot day here and I got my walk done before ...It’s a hot day here and I got my walk done before noon and the Fitbit says that I have done almost 10,000 steps so I Am rehydrating with lemonade and a bit of social media before I go out and hand water the roses. Your horses look amazing you’ve really got the knack. Jet lag and early wake times are the price we pay for travels afar...i’d suggest the couch with the soothing sound from the fountain until you are over the sleep deprived hours. You don’t want to get too run down. hostess of the humble bungalowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06453827257671312902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-66731349264201198612019-06-11T08:38:36.110-07:002019-06-11T08:38:36.110-07:00How I needed to read this. The getting back on sch...How I needed to read this. The getting back on schedule, like landing after flying, or like the way your feet keep buzzing after you've taken your rollerskates off. The beautiful horse story, which is so poignant in the way the universal stirrings and fears are overlaid with another fear when one isn't straight--something straight people need to be reminded of. The casual sexism that once was and sadly still is. I hear far too much of it, and not always from the older generation. On a day when nothing is going right, my jaws are sore from a long dental appointment, and the skies are gray, poetry seemed impossible, and then you brought it here on a plate. Thank you.<br />Taste of Francehttp://francetaste.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-89721277076637615722019-06-11T07:47:02.178-07:002019-06-11T07:47:02.178-07:00I vote for staying very still until any viruses fr...I vote for staying very still until any viruses from the airplane will have given up and left the premises and then full-on into the gym;). Welcome home, that essay on the horses and the young woman's sexuality was lovely.LPChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18209861350905135093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-34777720042732012972019-06-11T07:45:51.741-07:002019-06-11T07:45:51.741-07:00Breeze-kissed couch-reading ;-)!
DottoressaBreeze-kissed couch-reading ;-)!<br />DottoressaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-90853343793465897342019-06-11T06:27:00.821-07:002019-06-11T06:27:00.821-07:00Is the gym is your building? It seems to me that t...Is the gym is your building? It seems to me that the steps across the street are the furthest ones for me. Your sketch book must be great to revisit. I've started to look at old photos to remind me of all the lengthy trips that I have taken. The early morning hours...I'm waking somewhere around 4am these bright days. It sounds as though your home days will be very busy.Madame Là-bashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16703782237948233124noreply@blogger.com