I haven't been participating as much as I'd like in Creative Everyday, so I thought I'd show you that I am trying to get back into the swing of creating things again. I do feel like I'm being creative most days - even if it's only seeing how creative I can get with yet another dinner whose main ingredients are three kinds of squash, corn and beans. Also, I can be very creative in my excuses as to why I don't have the time or energy on any given day to create a new drawing or painting...so I finally decided I can use some of that excuse-making time and energy into at least doing a sketch for Illustration Friday.
Here was my take on this week's IF prompt, 'Canned.' Though it's a pretty rough sketch - a very dirty, 'quick and dirty' - which looks even dirtier, with my scanner having heaven only knows what on it - that and me not being able to find any of my good erasers or my pounce, to begin with...
Apparently, someone broke in and stole my pounce, my good erasers and my other pink flip-flop. Also, they created quite a mess around here, and left a bunch of junk all over the place. Like a bunch of pencils, a jar of spaghetti sauce and an empty peach jar sitting on the table. The nerve! Can't figure out right now, how to spell that like Popeye would say it - but if you can, try to imagine it was said like that - the NOIVE! (does that look right? hmm, that's not quite it, either...)
The prompt prompted (boy is that redundant), these images with these word associations: Film is in the can/Cannes Film Festival, canned laughter, and canned spinach. Those were the first things that came to mind when I read the prompt. Then sometime during the sketch, Popeye jumped in, and ate all the spinach, so now he's been canned. Though that's probably not very fair to him (neither is my sketch of him - it's been quite awhile since I attempted a cartoon) - he deserves better treatment than that - being largely responsible for convincing multitudes of children, to eat their spinach -- thereby warding off scurvy and who knows what other unsavory results of malnutrition. Not to mention giving them the strength to deal with whatever Bluto's or Sea Hags they may encounter along life's way.
Serendipitously, K. went with a friend to a class on canning - food, that is - just this past week I would have liked to have gone too, but after his friend signed the two of them up (it was an early birthday gift for K), the class was full. He promised he would take good notes for me - and he did take lots of notes, just neither of us can make heads or tails out of them now -- except the one bit that says that of the two previous editions of 'Stocking Up' that we have between us - apparently neither of them are to be trusted any longer - since apparently canning methods prior to 1985 aren't to be followed anymore.
Don't get me wrong - I really want to be safe - to do things the right way, it's just sometimes it amazes me, how humans have survived as long as we have -- what with all the things we once thought we knew, that science now says no longer hold true. That some new, improved thing must be done instead. That is, right up until they turn around and tell us, Oops! Nope - guess that old way was better, after all...
As almost always, I've run on far too long with this post, but sometimes I just can't seem to stop me from rambling on and on. Guess that's just me - I yam, what I yam.