Art class. Those were the days. I could never draw anything at all, but I could copy the crap out of something else. This was in a magazine probably, and I just took it and pencil sketched that boat until you thought you were practically on it. That was, until you saw the pencil blob that is supposed to be the dude driving (captaining?) the boat. He has very little personality, or was just burned to a crisp. My Achilles heel: drawing anything living.
Showing posts with label Boats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boats. Show all posts
August 30, 2012
August 2, 2012
Sail Boat
I cried like a baby the first time on a sail boat, pretty sure that I was going to die. My father must have been so proud, since we were at Indian Guides at the time (a cooler version of Boy Scouts). No fear of water, or boats, just a general certainty that sail boats have several fatal flows that have not been properly vetted during the course of history. I still don't think I have been on one since that day.
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