It’s been busy since the piano arrived. Not necessarily with piano related business, although it’s been used consistently. And not all unpleasant either. In fact, since most of the “unpleasant” relates directly to another person who hasn’t given me permission to discuss, I won’t say much about it here.
The holidays were busy and not entirely easy, this being the first set of holidays since the death of our nephew. It resulted in my medication being increased and while part of me feels like a failure for not being “all better” another part of me has started to get used to being mostly calm instead of always afraid and is perfectly happy to increase the Zoloft in order to keep that going.
A new friend has come to live with me, courtesy of Bond.
This is Fuzzy. Aside from the fact that he points up my serious deficiency in coming up with good names, he is a marimo, a ball of algae of the species Aegagropila linnaei. He doesn’t do much but I like him. He is remarkably easy to care for. If I don’t kill him first he will likely outlive me and is the only plant I have in the house because he is the only plant that Kumba can’t get to and eat. Fuzzy’s turnons are low light, pretty rocks, clean water every week or so and the occasional night at the spa (read: refrigerator). Turnoffs are goldfish, summer heat and cats who think you look like a fuzzy cat toy. It’s hard being the fuzzy lord of your domain alone though, so a pair of attendants has been hired. I haven’t been introduced yet but it seems they’re ramshorn snails who will work for the occasional algae wafer and wilted carrot and in return will keep Fuzzy clean of unhealthy bits and tell him stories of the outside world.
Aside from Fuzzy, I’ve been to an art market, am in the processes of making an application for a juried show, have sold several fairly large pieces already this year and am generally optimistic about my prospects. Don’t tell me any horror stories. I don’t want to know.
Today I got an email from a man who specializes in restoring antique pianos and learned many interesting things about mine.
I learned that the company that made it produced some of the consistently finest pianos of the time.
I learned that it is not oak or maple or walnut with a reddish stain, it is mahogany. The keys are ivory and the sharps are ebony. For real.
I learned that the wood that makes up the soundboard in the back is very likely two or three *hundred* years old and very very dense compared to the wood used in modern piano soundboards. This causes it to have a lovely, resonating tone which, frankly, Paul and I have already noticed – Paul described it yesterday as ‘filling the house’.
The piano itself, according to the serial number, was made in 1920 exactly.
I learned that the lady who tuned it yesterday really knew her stuff – she told me that she was going to tune the piano just a little flat when compared to modern pianos because pianos a hundred years ago were made to be tuned a bit flatter and also because she has to assume the strings are 90-something years old and may start breaking if she tunes them too tightly. The email I got today told me almost exactly the same thing. It also told me that when it’s in tune, there are 17 TONS of pressure on those strings.
I also learned that if at some point I want to have it restored it will take around a year and cost lots of money dollars. But it’ll probably be worth it. Maybe I’ll win the lottery.
Okay, well, I hope they are. I’ve gotten several new pendants done, and I’m very pleased with them.
In fact, the small palette has already been sold, less than 48 hours after I made it, which is sort of a record for me. I really can’t find it in me to be upset about this. I’ve set some prices – $20 for the smaller pieces, $22 for the larger ones, and this price seems to be meeting with a “that’s reasonable” attitude so far. Which is a real relief for me.
Evenings aren’t really my best drawing time – that seems to be between ten and three, for some reason. I rarely have the opportunity to draw at those times, but I must say that all the pieces I like best seem to be ones I did at that time of day. Worth remembering and making a point of working those times on my days off, I suppose.
Gonna add this to the La Romana page. It’s keeping track of the savings for the trip. I drawed it myself. Go, me!
Mostly because I’d like to see people’s reactions to this, a pendant involving simple pencil drawings.
not for a long time. I ought to be drawing, and I will, but right now I’m putting pictures up.
“The Path of the Goddess” pencil and copic marker on watercolor paper. I used an online reference for the pose and fabric because honest to God, human proportions? NOT my strong suit. But this is actually a character drawing, a pose of a Pathfinder character in prayer. Tattoo on the back is representative of the revered creture of this person’s particular Goddess. I’d stick this one on facebook but, yeah, she’s naked, not sure how everyone would take that, yknow? Still, I’m pleased with this one. Copyright, me and all that. No picture stealing, thankies.
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Trying something a little different with layers this time – instead of drawing features in from the beginning, I purposely left her face blank and did the skin tone and shading, and now am sketching features over that. I don’t know if it’ll work better or not, but it looks … Continue reading
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Not finished, not even close, but still a much better design for Kali.
Finally added color to a small pen drawing of some peacock feathers. I might try to do this one on a larger scale sometime, I’m pleased with the color blending on this. Go, copic markers!
This one will make no sense to anyone, the shading is for suck, the perspective is aaaaallllll wrong and I love it. This is a fatigue-and-anxiety-medication-fueled visualization of an in-joke from last night’s Pathfinder session. Go, me!