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So, after taking a year off, the Impertinent Daughter is now an art major at Texas State University (not to be confused with the University of Texas). And, as happens when one is in art school, she is progressing by leaps and bounds!

For example...



Now, for her university studies course, she's been asked to interview/follow around someone who actually works in her chosen major, with the idea of getting a realistic picture of what she can expect, and that's where y'all come in. I know there are more than a few of you who actually work as illustrators or professional artists in real life. If one of you would be willing to allow the Impertinent Daughter to interview you, that would be awesome! Comment here or PM me and thank y'all in advance!
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She's done it again. The Impertinent Daughter has blown me away with her art again.

Yeah, I know, proud mom here. But it's not like I can drag you all HERE to look at the door of my fridge, is it?

It took me a moment to realize this was a DRAWING!!!

"If Only I Never Found Out"

It's just... wow. Just... wow.
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So, the Impertinent Daughter is taking art at the high school, and I have to say, I really, really like her art teacher. She's always challenging the Impertinent One, and I have seen some really stunning art coming out of that class, I have to say!

Over the last few weeks, they've been working on a self portrait, and while Miss Priss started out with the usual self portrait, the teacher felt she should try something different, to not be so literal.

And I have to say, the Impertinent Daughter rose to the challenge and... pretty much surpassed it, if you ask me!

It's under the cut, but seriously, you should click it and take a look! )
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So, after the Impossible Son's soccer practice, it was decided to head to our favorite local Tex-Mex restaurant, Mr. Taco. We were in the mood for fajitas, or at least the Husbandly One, the Impertinent Daughter, and I were. We have discovered that Mr. Taco's "fajitas for two" plate feeds the three of us nicely. The Impossible Son had his usual chicken strips, no gravy.

We forgot that Thursdays are live mariachi band night.

Did I mention there are all hard surfaces at Mr. Taco, with nothing to absorb sound?

o_O

Anyhow, yeah, it was loud, but the food was worth it! Once we'd eaten ourselves to a lull, the Impertinent One begged a pen off me, grabbed a clean napkin, and immediately began to sketch the mariachi band members, then took it to them before fleeing back to our table.



They passed it around among themselves, looking at it intently, then marched over to our table and serenaded her with "Just My Imagination," and a Spanish/English version of "I Just Called To Say I Love You."

Her smile was incandescent, and she giggled almost the entire time, hiding her face every once in a while, but mostly beaming at them with delight. I rubbed her back from time to time when it looked like she was getting overwhelmed, but mostly? She absolutely loved it!

I think she was also chuffed that two of the mariachi singers actually fought over who would get to sing to her! And if you've never seen a violinist and a trumpet player arguing over who is gonna sing to the pretty girl, then you have no idea what you missed!

I think she's just beginning to have an inkling of the doors her art can open for her. This is going to be an interesting journey to watch!
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Okay, so... apparently I can write when I'm away from home.

I've had a plot bunny stalking me for a few days, and when we decided to make an excursion into Austin yesterday to hit Barnes and Noble and Book People to use our gift cards, it finally decided to attack.

I keep a notebook in my purse for writing purposes (yes, how old fashioned of me, right?) and I tried writing in the car, but you know, that didn't work so well. However, I remembered that my iPod Touch has a note writing app on it, so... I decided to try that et voila!

So... I can write when I'm not sitting here in my nice comfortable Auntie Nook where I have all this space and references, and I can look out the window and see my garden when I need distraction or to think... no, I have to be AWAY from it and... *head-desk*

Guess I'd better start looking at local options for places to write. Because, seriously, I can't keep tripping into San Marcos to hang out at the library to write! No comfortable corners there anyway.

There used to be a place here called "Java Motion" where I would go after dropping off the kids. I'd take the laptop or a notebook, buy a hot chocolate and something to nibble on, find a table in a corner near the window so I could see out on the square, and I'd spend a few hours writing. Didn't do it often, but when I did, I was always productive. They had wi-fi, so if I needed references, I could go online. It's closed last summer, and it looks like no one's going to buy the place and make a substitute. Which sucks.

The Dairy Queen here has wi-fi, but... no. No thank you. There is a library here, and while there is a nice space for writing, with at least two or three semi-private carrells, people with laptops are banished to this really crappy folding table in a very drafty hallway near the back, right by the restrooms. Not an ideal situation for writing in. And, there's a place called "The Baker's Rack" that has wi-fi, but it's small and a wee bit crowded...

Gah, why can't I write here????

On another note, the Impertinent Daughter did this rough sketch this morning, which I looked at with great amusement. She'd asked me to name a character for her to sketch, and my brain did it's usual thing of emptying of any useful content whatsoever, and I do remember grumbling something about not having enough caffeine for this before suggesting the first thing that came to mind. She, of course, shot it down immediately, so I responded with, "Roxas!" in desperation.

Which made her roll her eyes.

This is the result...

Moar Caffeine...

It's not Roxas. She said that. She said, "I don't know who this is, though it's kind of like you, kind of like me, but more like you when you're all 'I haven't had enough caffeine for this,' and all."

So, it's very like me, except I don't drink coffee because of the brain explodey thing. But, you get the idea.

So now I'm off to... um... not write. Or at least figure out where I can write. Woot. I think.
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Look at what Miss Priss did last night!!!

Don't even ask me how long she spent inking this before coloring it!!

Pretty...

Every time I think I've seen everything she can do, she stuns me again!

*is blown away*

Afterwards, she said she completely understands the complaints shojo-manga artists make in the little asides they sometimes include in their manga. She said, "I have a new respect for them now, and so does my poor, aching hand!!"

She said she was inspired by the cover of Gackt's "Kokuama Heaven" single, so if this looks familiar...

Speaking of Gackt, look [personal profile] karadin! Look what she did for me!!

Gakupo, by Cat

GAKUPO!!!!
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As most of you are well aware, the Impertinent Daughter wants to be a manga artist someday. Thus, she is constantly drawing, and while she makes up stores for most of her manga, there are comics that she draws that are taken from her daily life from school. I have to admit, I love those, because they give me a glimpse into the workings of her day.

I've complained about the math department at her school, and her algebra teacher in particular. Her latest stunt? Putting stuff on the tests that they haven't gone over yet!! But, she's covered it in other classes (maybe) and thus thinks the kids in her honors class have ... absorbed it by osmosis, I guess.

Well, here, to give you an idea of what her class (and her teacher) is like, two of Miss Priss class comics...

Algebra Class

Yes... her teacher really talks like that. *rolls eyes*

Algebra Class 2

*head-desk* Ugh, I hate this school district so hard!!
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So, the Husbandly One took the van in to our local fix-it place, which we love because things actually get fixed rather than made worse... and no, it wasn't a thrown rod, thank goodness!

Sounded like one, but no...

The serpentine belt had come loose, as well as a second, and a bearing casing had fallen into the wheel well, and the entire pulley structure had just... come completely apart. Thank the gods and little green fishes that I was in the driveway when this happened, and not on the road, least of all with my son in the car with me!

It's all been fixed, which has made us wildly happy because really, guys, we were so not looking forward to a second car note! Not right now!! Of course, it wasn't making us wildly happy finding out how little trade-in value our Kia minivan has, either. The damn thing is only six years old!!

Oh, well, that's been sorted, and today, THO has driven into Houston to help with the monumental Get Mom All Packed Up for the Big Move project. I've already told Mom that she is simply not allowed to have a stroke, heart-attack, or any other catastrophic sort of reaction to moving. She sort of laughed helplessly and said, "Well, Auntie, I don't know if I could stop it!"

And I said, "No. You're not allowed. I forbid it. Don't even think about it."

She ulped and said, "All right!"

*sigh* I know, I know, it's wishful thinking. She's 83, and she's lived in that house for 60 years. She's sunk her roots in deep and it's going to hurt to yank them up. But... she can't live there alone any more. For one thing, the neighborhood is awful. I mean, she has really good neighbors, but... it's not the neighbors that are the problem. It's the gangs of teenage and twenty-somethings who break into people's houses and beat them up while robbing them. It's the loud, drunken parties who like to take guns outside and shoot up at the sky (when they're sober enough to hold their arms up straight) or in whatever direction their fancies take them.

It's not unusual to find spent bullets in the front and backyards of my mom's neighborhood. Or on the street.

Not to mention the things she's done, like forgetting that she's running a tub and finding the bathroom and hall flooding, or leaving a chicken in the oven to burn to a crisp. So, she and the Flaky Sister have bought a house together, and have sold Mom's house, and they are moving to live closer to the Blonde Sister, which will make it much easier for me to come visit, because that means no longer driving through downtown Houston, AND no longer having to visit one of the more toxic parts of Houston just to see my mom.

I hope those of my f-listers currently living in the Deep Freeze part of the U.S. are staying safe and warm, and have heat where they are. And aren't doing a lot of unnecessary heavy lifting (glares pointedly at Alex). And I am hoping to have something much more cheerful to post, because it seems that lately, my posts have been full of teh suck.

And I am hoping to get back into the groove of writing soon. As usual, the hard drive crash of December has sort of knocked me for a loop, writing wise, but I'm still working at it, still trying to get my groove back. And I've been doodling and sketching, to keep myself distracted from the writing that doesn't work. And thank you, dear [profile] potion_lady for your comment, but you have to admit, only one comment when you make an art post is discouraging to say the least, and tells one that perhaps the art isn't as good as one hoped, at the most! So, I'll leave it up, but I don't think I'll be posting it anywhere else!

And now, I must call THO and see how things are going at Mom's. Everyone have a good Saturday!
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So, the Impertinent Daughter has been busily busy (while she's supposed to be RESTING) working on her own manga series, and is constantly drawing little "drabbles" that alternately crack me up, puzzle the hell out of me, or make me worry about her sanity. In other words, she's a typical writer/artist!

The last two she showed me, though, impressed me and, as usual, I ran straight to the computer to share them with Y'ALL!!

This is from a series she's calling "The RISE and FALL of Kaya Basia." And I think I'll let the two panels I'm posting speak for themselves...

You know you wanna look! Go ahead... click it! Click it!! )

Shhhhhhh....

Wednesday, January 13th, 2010 01:43 pm
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Hey... wanna see what I'm working on? Do you? Do you?

*looks around stealthily*

Okay... c'mere...

Look under here... )
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So, while I haven't been sketching madly, I have been trying to get back into practice. So, here's a bit of what I've been up to...

Feather...

A feather I rescued from the bottom of the Impossible Son's backpack. It was rather bedraggled and beat up, and thus completely irresistible to me! I think I might have been a bit heavy-handed on the shading and detail, but... I'm still pleased with how it came out!
Click to see more... )
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First off, let me just say, I hate working with Windows. My laptop still has Vista on it, which is frustrating in and of itself, but I have forgotten how to edit, crop, etc, in Windows. It sucks!!!

However, that being said, I have to show you the latest thing the Impertinent Daughter has done. As I've said before, her artwork has improved by leaps and bounds, just over the last month, and she continually astounds me. She caught a virus yesterday, and has spent most of the day either curled up on the couch, or in bed, drawing, and she brought me this today...

New Art

That's just with ink pen and marker, folks.

So, that's one thing to be cheerful about...

PIES!! PIES!! PIES!!

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 09:17 am
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I just had to say that, because I will be baking myself into oblivion today. Mom has taken over the reins for Thanksgiving this year, because the Salt-Encrusted Ham of Doom convinced her that the Flaky Sister just... should not cook for Thanksgiving. I mean, it wasn't just the ham, it was many, many other things, mostly... it's because after cooking since she was old enough to stand at the stove and stir a pot for our mom... the Flaky Sister just... can't cook. Mom and I were chatting about it a few weeks ago, and reliving last Thanksgiving, and then went on to talking about other meals we've had at the Flaky Sister's, and... *shakes head*
Cut because of length and pictures, omg! )
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I'm busy, busy, busy, trying to finish working on a piece, but I just wanted y'all to see how much the Impertinent Daughter's artwork has improved.

Katsumi

She's come to the attention of the art teacher at her junior high, who has encouraged her to participate in this year's art UIL. And that, in turn, has encouraged her to sign up to take art in high school. Of course, you know I'm incredibly proud!
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On a lighter note, here are some more of the notes I've slipped into my kids lunch boxes after I pack them. Now, keep in mind, I'm not quite awake when I write these, and I usually don't have my glasses on. And they've been in the lunch boxes of a 13 year old and an 8 year old all day long. What? Scan them before I put them in the lunch box? Didn't I mention, I'm not quite awake when I draw these? Sheesh!!

here they are, for you to snicker over... )
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OMG, have you guys seen THIS???

Lunch Bag Art!!

He's a dad, at home, he makes his kids' their lunches... and decorates the bags, just regular, brown paper bags, and he does it elaborately, with Sharpie markers, crayons, pencils, etc....

I'm stunned. And yet, I don't know if I could do that much work on something my kids were just going to crumple and toss!

My favorite? It's far down in the queue, but it's the Calvin and Hobbes one, where Calvin is throwing a hissy-fit and declaring he doesn't want to go to school. It got sent back home with a note from his son's teacher saying it was cool, but the comments on it weren't!!

Go look! Go look!! *pushes y'all*

Looky!! Looky!!

Sunday, August 30th, 2009 12:11 pm
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Look at the Husbandly One's new tattoos!!

His first tattoo had faded badly (the tattooist had too light of a hand) and he has disappeared into the bright blue yonder, so... we went to the place where the Impertinent Daughter had her ears pierced, originally to have his tat touched up. However... we ended up decided to get a NEW version of the portrait tattoo, somewhat larger and on THO's back, and get a coverup tattoo over the original portrait.

He had the portrait done last week, and I had to wait for it to heal a bit before taking a shot of it. It's still a teeny bit red, and still has some flaky skin, but I couldn't wait any longer, so here it is...

Click to see his tattoos!! )
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Yes, yes, I know I'm spamming you with my creativity lately. Miss Priss and I did another round of scribbling the other night, and this is the result! (gosh, I hope you guys are liking this, because aside from about two comments... I've had no feedback on it!)

Under the Bed, Part 3!! )
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Okay, so the Impertinent Daughter and I have been busy. Actually, she drags me out of the bedroom after I read to the Impossible Son, and gets me to scribble with her until I'm so sleepy, I can't stay awake. The result of this is, of course, more Phil and Lucius. Lucius is the cat, by the way, and he has a boy, whom you will meet in this episode.

Watch out, dial-up users, there's going to be a lot of images, and they're large. I'm sorry, but you wouldn't be able to read the dialogue if they weren't large. And for those of you who are not manga-proficient, I have put again put numbers on the pictures so you can follow them in order. For future reference, though, manga are read from right to left, instead of left to right. Just think of it as... reading backward, and you'll be fine.

Anyhow, on to Phil!

Under the Bed... )
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Okay, so last night, the Impertinent Daughter decided we were going to do a sort of... manga round robin type... thingy. She's tired of me saying I wish I had time to sketch, etc, but not doing it, so... she grabbed me and sat me down at the kitchen table and the next thing I knew, we had done this...

Click if you want to see what we did!! )

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