We took an overnight trip during our vacation to hike around and through the south rim of the Grand Canyon – it was pretty incredible. I have seen canyons before (in nearby Utah) so I had a pretty good idea what to expect, but the Grand Canyon is almost unfathomably big. I told a friend that I actually had trouble seeing it all – at a certain distance I think human stereo vision starts to just flatten out. Parts of the canyon looked just like a red stripey painting in the distance.
Also – yes, that’s snow down in the canyon. Along the south face where there’s a lot of shade it gets cold enough for snow to pile up and stick around during winter. It makes trekking down into the canyon (for at least the first few hundred feet, it’s warmer down below) a bit slippery. Click it for a big picture!
I’m back to my castle-invading shenanigans, this time at Montezuma’s Castle, carved into a desert cliffside by the Sinagua people over five hundred years starting around 700AD. Typical for European explorers in the 1800s, they got both bits of the name wrong: Montezuma (The Aztec) had nothing to do with any of this, and it’s not actually a castle so much as very ingenious living arrangement for a small tribe who needed protection and shade. It’s a pretty spectacular location for an ancient apartment building – it almost looks like it ought to have been full of modernist furniture and an early American martini bar.
If the computer nerd thing ever falls through, I’m thinking about starting up a career in daredevil tightrope bicycling. 😉 This is me riding the SkyCycle along a 50m cable suspended over a 3 storey drop at the Phoenix Science Center. My fear of heights is powerless against my faith in physics!
This is a Tibetan girl I drew using National Geographic for reference. I’m not completely sure I’m done – I think she’d come to life with a big heap of colour.
I heard a funny artist quote the other day – “A portrait is a drawing with something slightly off about the mouth.”
I left a bit early this morning to get to an appointment, and got blizzarded on pretty fiercely as a reward. It wasn’t really cold outside, but the snow was blowing in every direction and seemed to find every gap in my coat, and the busses definitely weren’t running on any kind of schedule. I’m posting this evidence mostly to remind myself not to take summers for granted.
I’m not particularly ecstatic about the drawing, but I doodled this out over some newsprint and I kindof dig the effect. 🙂 I’m a bit retentive about clean drawings, so starting with a messy newspaper background is kindof unfamiliar and exciting territory for me.