Shirking work

I virtually stole today's Sunday, which is supposed to be a workday for me, and spent the first half of the day at home, drawing my yellow tulips, and the second half - with my best friend at the cafe, over some ginger-mint tea and a slice of delicious cherry strudel with whipped cream and vanilla sauce.

This was the view from where we were sitting, the Opera and Ballet Hall. 

The pavements are mostly covered with thick and polished layers of ice. Walking upright is a serious challange. I liked this couple: the poodle would run ahead as far as the leash allowed, and then would stand still and wait for the old lady to catch up with him. He never tugged, though, probably taking care not to upset his mistress. 

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Yesterday, three girls sitting next to me in the bus, were discussing excitedly how Luciano Pavarotti had been castrated by his parents in infancy to preserve his unique voice, and if it was hard for him when he was growing up, and if he is living a happy life now... The efforts it took me to keep my mouth shut. 

A lot of sanding has been going on recently, as I'm gradually shaping the new face. I've been at it for about 2 hours every day now. I've also obtained some old clocks and a relic of a radio with some tempting gears and screws and all sorts of tiny metal pieces inside. I guess, it will turn out something in the steampunk line.
Right now, however, she is still angular, rough, and virgin-white.

Arrivals

Well, I've made it here for some reason. It's such a lazy day, one doesn't feel like doing anything much except for making a chocolate cake (black and white, puffy and creamy, with grated almond on top, I do hope it will turn out all right), and hugging the cats (red - black - grey - red...), and making a blank for a new mask... and starting a new blog, perhaps.

I believe I'll just post a couple of photos of my last mask, just to outline the general idea of one of the main (intended) topics of this blog.

The crow's skull is genuine, I was lucky to obtain it from an actual long-dead crow (should've got those wings too), and the feathers have just been collected on the street. 

...Time to go check on that chocolate cake :)