Last night I worked in my journal trying a new background technique inspired by a link that one of you sent me by an artist named De Gallet AND I worked with the first "Whatevers" photo.
What's "Whatevers"? Here's the video introduction for you to enjoy (posted on Nat's Blog)
Here is how it works if you want to play along:
Here's this month's photo
And Here's what I created LIVE on USTREAM
And the story reads:
Are you kidding me? Another photo? I hope Great Aunt Jean appreciates this.
It's 30 degrees inside the studio and, if that weren't bad enough, I have to sit shoulder to shoulder with my little brother William who, despite wearing his good clothes, smells like he just came from mucking the barn. He probably did.
Just one more picture.
One more picture and then I can move. I feel like my fingers have completely atrophied. What I wouldn't give to be able to straighten them out and wiggle the digits and take this hideous bow off my head. It's so heavy but I dare not touch it because mom is standing off in the wings watching me like a hawk. Images flash through my mind from earlier today as she brushed my hair for this “special” occasion. I kept telling her my hair wasn't long enough to be pulled back like this but no matter how much I protested she insisted and dragged the brush hard through my scalp so that all the little fly away hairs would be trapped in this ridiculous looking satin bow. It's pulled back so tight I know that's what giving me this headache. I quickly glance over at her and she's sending me the most awful disapproving look. It's like she knows what I'm thinking. Darn.
Just one more picture
Hurry up already. I hear a faint sigh of exasperation from William. Good. 'At least I'm not alone in the suffering' I muse as I sense him gripping the end of the bench we are sitting on silently pleading the photographer to take that last picture.
Then there it is. The blinding flash of light from the camera bulb signifying the photo was taken. “Okay, that should do it.” says the photographer. Finally! I turn my head and look at my mom for final approval which thankfully she gives. Sweet relief! I can move. Now, will she help me get this thing off my head?
Here's the recording of last night's broadcast
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