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TwO sTuPid OwLs.

April 24, 2011 by heidi 9 Comments

I’ve received a few requests to post the stupid owl painting referenced in Preggo Confession No. 6.

Here it is in all its putrid glory.

I painted it on a sheet of watercolor paper. It was a trial run. As a result, I’ve decided to NOT paint owls for The Baby Cave.

I’ve got a few other ideas, but I’m open to suggestions. My next class is TOMORROW.

(Note: suggestions must be elementary and cartoonish. As you can see, I suck.)

HAPPY EASTER.

Filed Under: awkwardness, baby cave, birds, Easter, mortifying moments, owls

Comments

  1. Jennifer says

    April 24, 2011 at 10:23 am

    I would stick to monkeys. There is nothing serious about monkeys… I have zero artistic ability, so I completely understand! Or stay abstract, and just use patterns, shades of color and texture. Once you get it you will be amazing ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. Wendy says

    April 24, 2011 at 5:26 pm

    No, the owls are so sweet! I love … frame it.

  3. mothership says

    April 24, 2011 at 6:14 pm

    My suggestion is that you paint Cubbie & Homer who are a couple of very wise adorable lil men in pug suits! Your love of pugs will guide your hand into creating a masterpiece fit for a princes room.

  4. mothership says

    April 24, 2011 at 6:22 pm

    P.S. Took a second look at your owls…they just need some tiny floppy ears, more of a gorilla nose, add some short stout legs, a pigs tail and woooolaa, you are another Picasso!!!! Also Wendy is right, your owls are SWEET.

  5. nana says

    April 25, 2011 at 3:43 pm

    I think your owls are in need of an adjustment. Leave the paintiing to Holly. Your calling is writing.

  6. Leslie says

    April 26, 2011 at 7:32 am

    They’re not the greatest owls ever, but there’s something very lovable about them. I think you should go for it and do a second incarnation and hang em in the baby cave ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. heidi says

    April 26, 2011 at 4:19 pm

    Leslie: I’m doing exactly that. With a little guidance last night from the instructor and a vote of confidence from Joe, I decided to stick to the owls. I’m MUCH happier with the second incarnation. Stay tuned for the finished product.

    The funny thing about this class: it’s a six-week commitment and the last class is May 30. My due date is June 1.

    Always operating on a deadline. ALWAYS.

  8. Leslie says

    April 29, 2011 at 4:42 pm

    YAY! I can’t wait to see the final result. Of the owls AND the baby ๐Ÿ˜‰

  9. emp says

    May 14, 2011 at 11:17 pm

    http://www.zgallerie.com/p-7448-tree-top-owl-4.aspx

    Check out these owls – yours are just as nice! And this piece of art sells for $49.99.

    You are on the right track Heidi! :o)

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