Flowers, Flowers

Yesterday after my gum surgery, I felt very sleepy but was unable to sleep. It made no sense to me, because the doctor did not drug me but only numb the left side of my mouth. Worse, my right brain decided to take a break and I was incapable of drawing or painting. I finally gave up trying and went to read "Prep" by Curtis Sittenfeld.

What a painful but excellent book! U.S. News & World Report said it well, "For everyone who wished that Holden Caulfield [, the protagonist of J.D. Salinger's "The Catcher in The Rye"] w[ere] a girl, your time has come with Prep." Personally I don't particularly like "The Catcher in The Rye"; Holden is such a looser that it's hard for me to be sympathetic with him. Lee Fiora, on the other hand, is so flawed but so real; she constantly reminded me of my miserable teenage years (And what on earth do I wanna do that?) and wish her all the best to survive the snotty Ault.

I've been working through Alwyn Crawshaw's "You Can Paint Watercolors" and 30 cherries later, I still couldn't get one perfect black cherry. (I managed to get 3 red cheeries close enough.) Very frustrating. So I went weeding instead. A couple of sweaty hours and a good shower later, I came back to work on wet-in-wet and flowers. Not all that happy with them, but everything (except apples) seemed to be easier than black cheeries. Imagine that.

Media: pencil, watercolor.