My Shadow
Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
There are moments when I feel like skipping and quoting RLS – and then I remember I’m a grown up and not supposed to skip. Being an adult sucks. Sometimes I skip anyway.
A couple of years ago I did a post about drawing shadows. All that’s still true, so I thought I’d talk about color instead. It’s really simple. Colors that are closer to the light source are warm, colors away from the light are cool. Warm colors are yellower, cool colors are bluer. Vary that as much as sensible to your heart’s content.
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This was a self-portrait I did when I was in college at a time when I thought I would scream if I had to stare at myself for another however many hours. I asked if the self-portrait had to be my face. My teacher said “no-ooo” with another one of those looks of “oh crap, what is she thinking of now?”
He was a great teacher, but not such a great painter. He knew it, and I felt sad for him when he mentioned it. His paintings were technically perfect, they just weren’t inspired. I’d see his surprise when I’d do something like painting vibrant colors where they didn’t belong, but he couldn’t seem to get past his studious, analytical nature and have some fun with paint. I enjoyed making this painting even if it’s not really that good – and isn’t enjoying the process part of being an artist?
