So one morning I walked downstairs, groggy, and on my way to the kitchen I paused, looking out into the hallway.
“Holy shit! Lookit that!”
And dad gives me a weird look from the computer and goes “What?”
And I tried to explain to him that the quality of light that was falling through the glass door and across the laudry room’s dirty linoleum floor was particularly amazing. And then he just sort of gave me a puzzled look as I went out, picked some crocuses, grabbed a little Irish crystal bud-vase and started taking pictures lying on my belly. Almost late to class from all that, but I had a stupid grin on my face the whole drive to school. And then, so that I could draw from them with the idea still fresh, I incorporated it into a drawing project that we had to do. So. Voila. I swear to God, the way I’m going to die is going to involve me driving in my car and then going “Holy Shit! Lookit the quality of light on the side of that bus!” right before I plow into the car in front of me. Sheesh.
Again, colored pencils on toned paper.