It happens every year about this time…the view from my living room window mocks me. The leaves fall, revealing one of the most beautiful, famous scenes anywhere. Something I’ve tried and tried again to capture. The Manhattan skyline.
It mocks me.
Some of my failures:
I must do this scene justice before I die. Otherwise, my troubled soul will wander the Outer Boroughs of New York City.
I finished the self-portrait in very little time. I thought it would take several days, and I would fill in with humorous, anecdotal experience with my portraiture education and professional portraiture stories. Like the blond boy with glasses who requested I make him look like Fonzi. If you don’t know who Fonzi is, you have my admiration.
So, here’s the self-portrait. Plan to use it as a logo, sample, etc.
So, now what? I really should be getting ready for this designer/art fair, but there’s not a lot to do until some items I ordered arrive. With a hint of fall chilliness in the air, I’m returning to the IDEA THAT WOULD NOT DIE.
Finished “Love Ballad”, it went way more quickly than “Floral Overload”, and I’m just as pleased with it. I worked using the direction of the pencil strokes to convey movement and sound. So, here ’tis:
So, now what?
I admit, I ran up against a brick wall when it came to ideas. Not surprising, since I’m mildly depressed.
So, I decided to take on a project I hadn’t had time for….a self portrait. In the middle of a clinical depression is probably not the best time to do one, but what the hell. I need it for promotion…make a new logo.
I’m also thinking in terms of what I’m accomplishing in terms of healing with my art. I’m still doing upbeat and soothing images, that’s not going to change. But I think to do some real action, I’m going to give a percentage of my profits when (if!) I sell a work to charity.
As a matter of fact, I have my dream set up. I start a non-profit, selling my work and licensed products, and out of the proceeds, pay myself and an assistant a modest salary….the rest of the money going to various charities. Ah, dreams. For those who believe in it, send good energy.
Started work on the finish of “Love Ballad”. I was not sure if I wanted to make the person a man or woman, but somehow, the figure came out androgynous, which is fine. I wanted to make the guitarist somewhat sillhouetted, somewhat as I did in this:
Looking at the this, I can really see how far I’ve come, how much more spontaneous my work is. I slaved, again,for hours over it,and the result is pretty static. I took myself way too seriously back then.
Here’s the Work In Progress of “Love Ballad”.
So, I’ve started on …what’s the name? Too many to choose from. The rock singer. As I originally thought, I’d do a loud colorful drawing, somewhat in the same vein as this that I did a long time ago.
But it’s the time of year when I turn mellow and sentimental. I call it the bittersweet time of year. It’s the time left of summer between Labor Day, and the Equinox. So, a mellower type of healing appealed to me.
So, perhaps “Love Ballad” will be its title. Tranquility, reflection and all that good stuff.
Here’s the sketch.
All my bitchin’ and moanin” has come to an end. I’m finished with “Floral Overload”. Honestly, I haven’t sweated so much over a drawing in years, but I like the result. Months from now, it will be the result that means anything to me.
Now that I’ce done something really cheerful and lively, I’m looking back to this one I did. January 2. I like the tranquility, and tranquility and soft cool colors is a healing combination.
But I was also intrigued by the idea of a rock concert. I expected to do something really lively, now I’m not so sure. Can I pull off a tranquil rock concert? We shall see.
Honestly, I was going to go into another rant on how bored I am drawing flowers. Then I realized, you’re probably bored hearing me complain…so, peace. As I go along, though, I find my flowers are becoming more scribbly. It still works, though.
I usually don’t show my work this far along (rather give an overwhelming finale), but I’ve come to an interesting predicament I’d like to share.
At first, the compostition was easy, the colors just fell into place. But as I reach the finish, every potential move has tremendous consequences. I’m playing chess with flowers, folks!
Maybe I should make the left corner a pink flower and continue the line of pink. Or perhaps I should make it blue and balance THAT out. Or maybe I should just have a good night’s sleep, a cup of coffee in the morning. Yes, that’s it! That’s got to be it.