A quiet, dim corner, pale late evening light.
Hmmm…. is there no way to limit the size of images so they fit? Where is it?
UPDATE : The WordPress app provides a touch tap system to set a few fixed sizes. They don’t seem to successfully apply when updated. On the desktop through the browser, you need to use coarse large movement tools, like a trackpad or mouse to drag the corner of the image to overly precise scaling numbers. Neither tool works adequately.
Whew. Seems busy today. And it seems like a while since I’ve been drawing, or putting up stuff here. First, the prints are well received, and a few sales are made. The medium 22 cats books are well received, and a few sales are made. The small 22 cats books completely ran out, and I’ve a second set to distribute. They arrived today. Free is easy to take, and some have actually sold. The 22 cats folio of prints earned a $75 donation for Animal Outreach.
As I said elsewhere, the marketing is the most difficult and exhausting part of all this. Products at the store (and blog posts for them) don’t create themselves. Of any cat drawings I’ve done, the subjects look harried and alarmed. All the drawings in 100 cats are all really self-portraits. Even at rest,
they bear a visage of frantic psychic exhaustion.
I found the other day, that someone has borrowed an image for an illustration on their web page. Cool. And they properly link back. As it happens I had some of those cloud images set up for the store, and set up yesterday and today eight new mugs. Titling, tagging, blogging, all while watching five amazing young women compete on CBC’s Over The Rainbow, being astounded and distracted while they moved you so … Well, it’s probably better to do one thing at a time.
A mystery plainly explained. There is no mystery.
Cool air on my head. It felt good. Gliding along on the wheels. The bike path ends at the bridge. I always ride up the last driveway to cross the bridge on the sidewalk. Take the previous driveway. It’s a change. There’ll be a little bit of exciting terrain on the boulevard, the grass, before the smooth sidewalk again.
A groove. A gap. A shoulder. A ledge. Sidewalk is higher than the grass. A very sharp shelf edge. It’s going to trap my wheels. Always wear your helmet, kids.
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Hmmm. Ian Goldsmith dropped in on the blog to like the previous cat picture, and left on his own painting blog a great post including a link to a YouTube video about Chuck Close.
Ian writes this: “You see if you sit around waiting for inspiration doing nothing ’till it comes, that could be a whole lot of vital life you’re wasting.” … in response to Chuck Close saying, “Inspiration is for amateurs”.
Jasper Johns said, “To do the work, or not do the work. At any rate, the time passes.”