Grandma’s House (II)

The recent trip abroad involved visiting relatives. This picture I named “le fruits de l’autisme”, a nod to my mother who thinks my drawing style is autistic.

(My father, more phlegmatic, has come to agree with her. Now I need only work on the Significant Other, who, having worked with actual autistic kids, stubbornly continues to insist that I am absolutely normal.) (Well, not actually normal, but not autistic in the least.)

The need to move beyond this drawing style grows more pressing; it is too difficult to give the impression of a highlight on a pale background. (The tablecloth above is supposed to be white.) But my skill with the available alternatives ranges from poor to nonexistent.

The above was not a proper sketch; it used pencil to get the proportions in order. The following is a proper sketch, which is why the edges of the TV are slightly wonky. (This isn’t really the normal definition of “sketch”, but it’s what I use.)