work in progress- Yoga Mummy

Well, at times I frustrate myself. Its like my Mind gets over excited when I get an idea. Take this piece for instance, what, I say to myself. If I have a yummy mummy, sitting on top of a fit ball. Every yummy mummy, owns a fit ball. What if she is sitting on top of a ball, in the lotus position at one with herself. Sun is shining in the window- warming her back. Oil burner, is wafting, soothing oils. So I sketch it up, and begin to paint straight away, I cant wait to plan anymore, its urging me on. And here I am..........pondering, and annoyed with myself, that I didn't plan the sketch, and use restraint, for just a few more hours. Because, its boring. There is no point to the picture. I dont know how to save it. The only thing, I can think of is an armchair to the front right of her, in which her other half so to speak, is slumped in the V.B position, with remote in hand. ..*#+@ sigh !*#%*.

Finished piece, " The school run"

Sometimes when you work on something for so long, it s hard to see the glaring mistakes, and times like that its best to leave well enough alone. I've taken some comments on board about this piece, and I'm happy with the outcome. I've given the dog a face, and put the lead on the other side of his face. I've dropped the foot on the yummy mummy, as it was in line with the teddy and distracting, I've lightened the road going off into the distance, and also the trees. I've put a touch of the sky colour in the trees . The footpath and trees closest to the kids has been darkened. I will crop this picture just above the traffic light, and in line with the waiting cars.
But all in all, I'm happy with it. It conveys the carefree feeling, that I was originally attracted to.

w.i.p. The school run.

Every morning, I inevitably got the red light at the pedestrian crossing. And every morning, the lollipop lady would waddle out in front of me hold out her stop sign, and with a short whistle across would come the procession. 5 Kids in a row like ducks all holding hands stretched to breaking point, and attached is the yummy mummy- lithe body, more often than not decked out in the fitness outfit, jewell sparkling in the belly button, head back, sun on the face, not a care in the world. I'm jealous of course, I was never a yummy mummy, we had the skin tight leggings with socks rolled over the top and the oversized top, that hid everything, even a figure if you had one. And we ran, always late.........yes, I'm jealous of my yummy mummy, but she makes me smile, and when the green light goes, I drive off, drawing it in my head, and I can never remember the last part of the trip to work, but I know I cant wait to get home to put this picture in my head onto paper.