Please don’t make me any offers. It really isn’t this crooked in real life. I just happen to live in a little cottage that Rembrandt, with his reed pen, might have turned into a masterpiece of drawing without breaking a sweat. He had to wander to the outshirts of Amsterdam to find the poignant cottages of his great drawings, but all I have to do is step out my front door. So, hey. I can’t complain.
A couple years ago my daughter had an elementary school assignment to draw a picture of her house and write a story about it. We both went outside to draw en plein air. This was my version. I love this drawing. (P.S. by the way, there are timid funnel spiders that live in the boxwoods who consider this a portrait of their home too.)
[Top of the post: Crooked Little House that Rembrandt would love, pencil drawing, by Aletha Kuschan]