Illustration Friday prompt is "Tribal", and I drew this mask for no other meaning than it was just fun. I don't know the origin of this mask. I just found the reference on Pinterest and think that it's African, and that's all the culture from me today.
Merriam-Webster defines "tribe" as:
a group of people that includes many families and relatives who have the same language, customs, and beliefs.
And it occurs to me that this is a time of year when many tribes get together. Our next-door neighbors had a large gathering at their house yesterday. They've lived there for about a year, and I don't know them all that well, but what I do know is all good.
This is the neighbor who killed an antelope last fall, then gave us a couple pounds of meat from the murder. None of us had eaten antelope before, and we declared it good with a very distinct flavor.
Their tribal gathering also seemed nice in that, despite the throngs of people in attendance, it was relatively subdued save for one girl child who felt that screaming was a necessary part of any game being played in the yard.
As for us, Wolfgang was here for most of the day. He'd dropped his truck off at that same tire store that lives across the creek from us. Smartly, he asked us for a ride rather than traverse the creek.
He continues to lobby for me to get a family membership at that high faluting fitness center he goes to. It would considerably lower his portion of the membership fee, which he now pays as an individual. I remind him that it would substantially increase our portion of the membership fee for which we currently pay zero.
Still, we might go visit to have a look around. "The outdoor pool opens this weekend. It's REALLY nice... you should check it out!", as just a portion of his sales pitch. He knows which of my buttons to push.
I still use the university rec center, but it's not as easily accessible, nor does it have as nice of ammenities as Wolfgang's place. On the other hand, it costs us nothing (more). Magnum says he'd be interested in trying a yoga class at the nice place. But don't tell Wolfgang.
I drew the illustration while Wolfgang and I chatted about fitness centers and various other topics. I did it in my pocket moleskine, which is just the cutest thing and one of my indulgences.
I don't really have time (nor the inclination) to do bigger art projects, so this is a nice plaything. I can get cheaper knock-offs, but I think, once you go moleskine, you don't go back.