Day 2883: Do you know Mae West?

"Mae West": china marker drawing in journal.

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I watched the Mae West documentary tonight, as I vaguely 

remember adults talking about her when I was little.

It's 80 minutes, but I really enjoyed it. At first, I felt guilty

because I didn't have any blog artwork done yet.

Then I paused the film and drew her face several times,

 

and decided that might be my artwork for # 2883?

Mae's Mother

Mae's Father

They are all quick sketches in a medium journal

using a china marker.

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Have you ever tried sketching from tv or a video?

Most of mine are wonky,  but there's an occasional keeper?

• A 1-minute video on Spot, the robot dog for sale, here.

• A 16-minute video on levels of origami, here.

• An 80-minute documentary on Mae West, here.

Throwback Thursday ...

Demura Sensei's O.C. Fair Demo Team, Costa Mesa, CA. 2004.

Smiles for Thursday ...

Day 2855: Almost Blue.

"Almost Blue": junk mail collage, old photo & digital.

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Click here for Chet Baker, Almost Blue.

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Zoey Update:

Message from WW: "Good morning!! Had to send you this

She took her baby out to tan with her today.
I performed the 8th surgery on her unicorn yesterday. 

Sewed up the back leg for the second time.
The poor thing lost its horn, an eye, the mane, the tail and back 

legs have been reconnected a few times.  She loves this baby."

Baby Zoey

                        (Correction)

Zoey, 2 years last April

Just because ...

This Acorn Woodpecker is stashing away its acorn hoard in a Granary Tree (trees typically used as storage). There’s a sycamore tree in California, used by acorn woodpeckers as an acorn “granary”, that holds an estimated 20,000 acorns and the acorns have not killed the tree!

FB Throwback Thursday ...

Overnight Training at Demura Sensei's old Hombu dojo, 1980.

A sign of the times. We used to keep the kids overnight, training till 1 or 2 am, then showing them Karate tournaments and movies until they begged to climb into their sleeping bags. Up early, cleaned the dojo, then ran around the block to Squires for a pancake breakfast. 

We were all very mellow by then.

Smiles for Thursday ...

 

QUARANTINE  RABBIT