Me, pregnant with Pud (baby's nickname), due in 11 more weeks
I got a little creative today. I say little cause it literally took minutes to do! I'd wanted to do a charcoal drawing like this when I was pregnant with Zak. Steve, being the arty one in our family and incredibly good with a pencil (his Harbour Bridge sketches made Art Express) was meant to do it, but before we knew it, Zak was here and we hadn't gone anything further than talk about it! So I was determined to do it this time around. But instead of using charcoal on a plain white canvas, I saved my $10 for the charcoal and canvas (hey, interest rates went up AGAIN you know!) and used what I had at home: leftover chalkboard paint, an ancient printed canvas of a red rose I never, ever hung up anywhere and the only piece of chalk I managed to save from the black hole in our ladder Zak was throwing them into.
Art was by no means my strongest subject at school (although if you compare my skill level to my maths skill level, I'd be, like, Picasso!), but I quite like the result: simple but rather effective. And it's a nice memory of a nice pregnancy without having to pose for photographs or apply plaster to my stomach. I may have been a tad generous on the perkiness of my bottom and bust (oh, and size) and it probably doesn't look anything like me, but really, isn't that what artistic licence is all about?! I'm going to put it in the nursery if I ever get it finished!
Have a good night
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