A yoga pose

I find when I sketch now I try to capture something in them that I feel. When I see yoga poses or those practicing the art I think of elegance and beauty. I hope this sketch shows a touch of this.

I used this drawing as my guide. I love the meaning beside the picture.

http://www.fusionyoga.com/assets/images/Fusion_Yoga_Front_Graphic.jpg

I try to redraw this using the suggestions of it, but I think I force myself because when I try to I do not feel my heart is there. I am distracted by doodling other things, like faces with expressions :) so I think just to leave it for now and come back to it over time maybe, or maybe even try to sketch a different pose too.

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an update:

The practice of yoga brings to my mind this essence, in another of Royo’s sketches.

Father’s day

This day my thoughts are with my father who taught me about trust.

Happy fathers day, dad. I love you. xo

After posting this picture a few e-mails were sent to me asking how it meant trust, my father knows but I thought I would explain here as well.

I think I was ten or eleven at the time, we were living in Jamaica then and my parents took us all to a beach one day. At this particular beach there was a huge slide which to me at the time seemed very tall and very much in the middle of the ocean. People would swim out to it and go down and I really wanted to try it but was very afraid I would not be able to swim back. My father encouraged me, he said he would swim out and be at the end of the slide if I needed help after coming down.

I remember the thrill, but what I remember the most was seeing my fathers face when I came up to the surface. I remember feeling very happy and very relieved.

I know there were times before this that were times of trust between my father and I and there have been many times since that trust has been shown, but I think when I saw him there, on that day, waiting, it was the first time I became conscious of such a thing.

Wildflowers

I have always wanted a wildflower garden and would buy seeds now and then to try and start one but nothing would appear after my planting them. Yesterday I noticed these at the edge of the fence coming out of nowhere and I am really hoping they are wildflowers.

The scent of Shadow

Last year our dog Shadow died of lymphoma. One of his favorites things was to cool off in a creek that runs behind our house after his walks. Yesterday I was mowing the lawn, it was very hot and humid and the smells in the air were dense. As I was cutting the grass traces of how Shadow smelt kept coming to me. I could not figure out why this was, I think at one point I wondered if the ground had absorbed his smell since he loved spending time in the back yard as well, but as I got closer to the edge of the yard I realized it was the creek that I was getting faint whiffs of while mowing the lawn, that Shadow’s scent and the creek were the same at times.

It was nice though, to have memories of Shadow come back to me, but sad as well, for often when I think about him I think of how he looked at me in his last moments of life. He knew, I think, that he was dying. I still question if we should have put him through the treatments of chemotherapy that he had or to have simply let nature take its course. If I had to do it all again, knowing what I know now, I would have done it differently. I would have focused more on strengthening his immune system so his body could naturally fight the disease, and I feel so very sorry that I did not do this for him, as his guardian. I hope that if a dog’s soul is re-incarnated that his will return as a happy young boy.

I have been trying to draw him for a while now, I have started about 10 sketches of him already, but none have the look that I wish I could capture. Maybe I will go sit at the edge of the creek and try again.