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Go Bananas!

I was going bananas with this one. I had tried and tried to sketch a banana but after each attempt, it wasn't just working out. Who would have thought that making a banana to look like one would be so hard?! But it was. So I had to deviate from my original plan of having scattered bananas in its various states and forms covering 3/4 of the frame to having just one. The "go bananas' text was to be below all those randomly hovering bananas.

The idea popped up after an evening of Genmaicha overdose. Roasted brown rice green tea has never affected me badly before because of its much lower caffeine content than a regular green tea. That day however, it was a different story. I don't know why, maybe I was just too tired, it was easier to OD from it. I had suffered all night long until I gained some semblance of calmness, having consumed a couple of bananas. My body was going bananas with caffeine and it took some bananas to bring me to normalcy. 

Once done away with the multi-banana idea, I focused on getting one right. With the right curves and angles, the outline began to resemble the fruit. Colour in, I was quite pleased with my half-peeled, single, politically-correct banana. Eventually, it turned out to be an exercise in which I've learnt to focus on shapes more than anything. 

The goal was to get it right. And here it is!

Everything else after the banana was just about trying new
stitches and tricks. I love the little heart on the right. Looks
like those sugar flakes you use to decorate cakes.  

 The single banana doesn't really capture the wild
 enthusiasm of the message of living life and going bananas! 

xx

Comments

  1. Wonderful! May I use it as the insignia on my coat of arms?

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  2. thank you! i thought it looked like a badge as well. go ahead! lol.

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  3. The multi-banana idea... I've never heard it put that way, Jaya J. Well, at least the one banana you made looks like a real banana, right? Go bananas with one banana! Now, why does that sound all wrong....

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    1. lol. it's always wrong with bananas. one or more. as we speak, i've come to bananas for help again. a tall jar of cold, banana smoothie to soothe that headache and vertigo i woke up to this morning!

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  4. Hey, where's my comment? :(( (tears rolling down my cheeks)

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    1. Ah... there it is. Sometimes blogger eats my comments. Like bananas.

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    2. Just stopping by to say hi :)

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  5. Is there anything you can't do Miss Jaya? I would not have the patience for such a thing. I applaud you and your wonderful creativity. I knew Mr. Gorilla Bananas would love it!

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    1. thanks Jules, you're always kind! i don't know what i'd do without these little abilities, Jules. they make me happy. I did think of Mr. GB when i got it done in the end. lol.

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  6. Blessings....
    sounds like accomplishment to me and it looks good to.
    congrats for concurring the banana!

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  7. I told you I would write. Now, where are those aliens so I can shoot them in the buttocks....

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  8. We need... a new post from Jaya J. Of course we do.

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