Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Broken

I am going to clean up the blog a bit.  Sketched over the weekend but you will shortly see what happens when one loses passion for what one is doing.  Normally I'd be embarrassed enough at this to not even bother posting it.  But I think it is important to show what happens to me when I lose interest in a painting.  This one was going ok...so so...during the pencil process.  My goal was rapid and loose (for me).  I wanted to drop in loose color, much in the manner of Nora McPhail...just loose, crisp (loose and crisp sounds like an oxymoron), clean.  I was sitting on the balcony looking across the street...a view I've always liked at Jeff's house.  Worries, fatigue, stress, and seeing the drawing deteriorate...all made me know I should have just erased the page and walk away.  But no...not me.  Gotta ruin the danged page in the book.


Yeesh...ruined that view.

So I am going to try to keep my blog unpersonal.  I'm going back in with heavy editing hand.  I want to be a new me.  I don't like the old one.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Why am I me?

No painting this week...but a couple of sketches.  I know they aren't very good.  Always something wonky in whatever I lay my hands on.  I just needed to play with a pencil.  I apologize in advance.


 I leave you all with this song on my mind...

Monday, March 27, 2017

There was a draw...

I was thinking about needing inspiration to paint and I remembered that the copyrights last what...70 or 80 years?  So I looked up images from the 1920's and painted from one of them.  A few changes, not completely as in the photo...so hopefully this is no harm, no foul.  I just love old glamourish images and memories and the like...I loved that these two were at a street cafe...  If you look, it could be today.  The one on the left is looking down at her cell...the one on the right has one up to her ear.  Well, not really, but in my imagination.  France.  That is what I am picturing.



So anyway, since I am talking about imagination...I always, ALWAYS have the urge to write.  I love to write.  I used to be good at it.  But I just do not have the imagination to think of a good story.  Or I think of something to write about and promptly forget it before I can put pen to paper.
  

Friday, March 24, 2017

For Barbra Joan

Your post with your necklace made me think of this song:




This second one is for me.  I remember it from when I was a little girl and have always remembered it.  It is one of those songs that I find myself singing to myself in the bathroom...(I don't know...am I nuts?)

No art but definitely inspired by both Chris and Joan and Nora...

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Running out of steam...

So no "real" paintings (in my mind, at any rate), but a few sketches in a sketch book.  Yes, I do type like I tend to speak.  Yikes!  I apologize in advance, but at least I am trying, right?

 

So the last photo is one of the sketchbooks that I have.  It doesn't take w/c very well (the pages warp), but it has ideas for drawing.  That is what these two little paintings are, two of the ideas.  Sometimes I need that.  I have a couple of others done but nothing special.  Though I daresay the Cat in the Hat I did could be right off the original pages of Dr. Seuss' book!  The writing you see in the upper left of each is the printed prompt in the book.  Got it at Barnes & Noble at suggestion of my daughter.  She was taking a painting class at Michael's (I think it was) and met at least one new friend and was working on her own skills.  Anyhow, I made the leap, even though I don't have time, energy, or original ideas and do give it go now and then.  My galaxy and asteroid drawings totally suck and I will probably never share those.  Just ink drawings, nothing special, no contrast, contour, shade/shadow...Just an effort to scratch it out.  Just noticed that the shading on the lamp looks like pencil!  I did it in pen before laying in the washes.

I am going to start grad school shortly (3/30, to be precise).  Master's in Secondary Education...I guess it is.  I am aiming to teach math.  And think of my work schedule.  It will match my husband's, as long as he stays working in the school.  Nice in the summer, no?  Well, I pray God will give me strength, energy, continued motivation, and some peace during the process.  Should take about 18 months, with luck.  Fortunately, all online.  Will help make it easier.

Late start day at work today.  Will have to get moving shortly.  Sigh...I don't wanna go...

And I leave you with this song in my heart:


Saturday, March 18, 2017

Another painting (seriously on a roll...)


Not a fan of Asian art by a long shot...but sometimes I sit and struggle with ideas of what to paint or draw.  Geisha kept popping in my head.  I wanted that high contrast with colors, the definition of line.  I decided to go with it.  You can see some false line work in there.  Soon as I added in the mouth I knew my proportions were off.  Still something off here...the eyes, I think.  The pupils?  And I see the image is a tad bleached out.  Sigh...I work on editing these in my phone...sometimes here on the computer.  Should have enhanced on the puter.

What makes this different than usual portraits for me?  I did not use a grid.  I usually get a pretty decent portrait when I use grids and I love doing portraits.  I'm not considering myself an artist when I paint them...but for some reason, the portraits are my favorites to paint.  This image was freehand.  My source was from images on line.  No, not going to sell and no idea who took the photo.  This lady would be appalled to see what I've done to her.  The point, however, is that I tried.  That I am painting.  Quite unusual in and of itself.

Feeling quite down on myself, as usual.  I let nasty comments said by someone close to me rip apart my self-esteem and confidence in myself.  Then I'm told that if I rely on this person for my self-confidence I have a problem.  You get ripped and torn and shredded enough, you begin to believe what is said.

So...I leave you - as usual - with a song.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Happy Birthday to My St. Patty's Baby!

Thank you to Chris Lally and to Joan for getting me motivated and moving with my art.  Also thank you to my oldest daughter who always gives great advice on making a piece better.  I love antiques and things that are more mundane but on the glamorous end of the spectrum.  Tasteful glamour.  An antique atomizer...(I just bought an atomizer to save a bottle of perfume that could not be sprayed...)  I have another sketch coming but want to wash in some color first.  Loving the Strathmore watercolor sketchbook.  Pages are beautifully thick and I can use each side.
 


So 31 years ago today, I had my last baby.  How the days have flown by.  I still picture both my daughters as they were when they were little.  I see their long hair flying, their eyes lit with wonder and joy and all things new and bright and shiny.  How I miss those days.  How I miss those babies that loved me so much.  How much hope I had for them, wishing them all the joy, all the health, and all the happiness God can bring.  So when you reach the bottom of this post, know that this one reminds me so much of my youngest daughter.  She will champion what she believes strongly in.  She participated in a weekend at Soldier Field in which people were peacefully protesting for those people displaced from their homes.  They all stayed in cardboard boxes that weekend.  She took photos and set them to this song.  I cannot hear it without being so proud of my baby.  Happy birthday, LeAnn!