Tree Huntin’ at Wormsloe

August 19, 2010

I’ve got a new series in the works (in addition to the latest Savannah Squares), and it’s about to eat me alive.  It’s pretty much all I think about day and night…all consuming…but in a good way.  Collecting reference has brought me to areas of town that I have overlooked for years.  It’s a shame that when you nest somewhere, you often forget to take note of all the beauty and activities that are right in your own backyard.  For instance, Wormsloe

Wormsloe Historic Site Savannah GA Live Oak Drive

How’s this for a driveway?  Over 400 oaks were planted along this drive in the 1890’s!

Of course, I didn’t go about this adventure alone…Granny J tagged along…and her wisdom served us well.

Granny J at Wormsloe

For starters, she brought two bottles of water…neither one of us expected to be walking 1.5 miles in the deep south heat, but that preparedness served us well.  She also brought along a cane….good for her walking, but also good for warding off snakes…(oh do I despise those critters!)…and yes, we did encounter one, within the first few minutes of our walk! What was I thinking wearing flip-flops that day?!

Alas, we made it to the Tabby Ruins, the oldest standing structures in the Savannah area.  Not exactly the floor plan I’d expected for a plantation home, but I have to give Noble Jones credit for the fact that he built it with his own hands…not that of slave labor.

Wormsloe Tabby Ruins Historic Site Savannah

Tree Huntin’ did not disappoint.  In addition to the Live Oaks,  we also came across this beauty…

Red Cedar Tree at Wormsloe

It’s called a Red Cedar (but it’s actually a Juniper) and it is very much alive.  Oddly enough, Granny has two of these flanking her own driveway, but they pale in comparison to this giant.

Lastly, here’s a little sneak peek of where I’m heading with all of this…

Majestic Oak Sketch by Heather L. Young

The Majestic Oak – pencil sketch – very much a work in progress

©2010 Heather L. Young

Self Portrait #2

May 28, 2010

It’s pretty common for me to sketch my left hand (usually out of boredom), but impossible for me to sketch my right unless I photograph it, which would just suck the fun right out of sketching it…I mean most artists would prefer to draw from life right?  Anyhoo…here they are.  Far from glamorous, bug bites on my wrists, lack of nails (a direct indication that I’ve been painting..a lot), and I’m entirely convinced that the curvature of my right pinky comes from so many years of tedious inks.

I’ll leave the rest to you palm readers out there…

Britt’s got me inspired…8 self-portraits in 8 days.  A tall order for someone who’s been pretty neglectful to the blog world lately, but a good excuse to find myself underneath the heap of work and daily stressers that have consumed me as of late….There’s no rules and regulations, any medium you wanna use, and if you wish to  jump on board and participate just leave a comment on Britt’s post, so we can all keep up with each other.

warm up exercise – blind contour

blind contour self portrait

next the gesture drawing

self portrait gesture drawing

a quick study straight outta bed this morning…slept with my lil yellow rose earrings all night.

Maddie was still in the womb when the initial paint job was done.  Now, at the age of four, she has become my youngest client to date.

She needed a little more sparkle…

Rhinestone and glitter butterfly mural

A little more pink…

And just why is there a giraffe in a garden?

ABC giraffe painted by Heather L Young

Thankfully, for now, the giraffe stays.

It was such a pleasure to see how much she’d grown and to see how much she enjoyed her room.  I have a feeling I’ll be back in a few years…

Graduation

May 23, 2010

I’m attending the last Young’s walk today.  (So proud of you Ryan!)

Brings back some fun memories…

Leslie and Heather High School Graduation

Yep!  That’s me on the left, and Les on the right.  Our hair matched our dresses, though it was quite unintentional.

Sometimes a personal connection with a subject makes it incredibly hard to capture in a truly representational form.  My brain tells me “I know what that cat looks like”…my brush listens to my brain instead of trusting my eyes, and the next thing you know,  you don’t even recognize the work in front of you. Thankfully, I took this one slow…adding a wash here, a wash there…I knew at some point it would speak to me, and it did.

Piccolo Custom Cat Portrait by Heather L. Young

Piccolo on Jones Street

11″x14″ Acrylic & Oil Wash on Illustration board

©2010 Heather L. Young

P.S. There’s still time to get a portrait of Man’s Best Friend for Father’s Day…book quick!

The first fruit of our Nick’s labor.  Baby Cherry Tomatoes.

Baby Cherry Green Tomato