I will be the master of cabbages — someday. Now, there’s the spirit! Right-oh!
Or is it just whistling in the cabbage patch? It will have to be for others to judge. However I can say this on my behalf: I persevere. Another cabbage showed up at the residence and has stood for its portrait, and this one is the darndest frilly thing, the most stuck-up conceited cabbage, all dressed up, all decked out, difficult to draw, show-offy vegetable with an attitude I ever met.
When faced with grand madame cabbage you have to take things apart a little. So I did several scribbly drawings in the most carefree manner (let Ms. Cabbage chill while I doodle).
These are just quick-thinking little thingys made using my favorite pen (bit of a comfort tool in that).
They are very abstract, but my brain knows what’s what and it helps to lay down the main ideas of this overly complicated bundle of leaves. I don’t know if I’ll know what these lines describe whenever I peek back into my notebook years hence. But I know what they mean now. And they are rehearsal time for the bigger drawing. So they are most helpful.
Here she is, below, Her Cabbageness in person.