Imagine a love story, of a beautiful young man and woman, full of passion, the usual sex, drugs, and rock n roll…..living together, not living together, other women, other men… And the young man dies in the end.
It would make a great movie, but it was hell to live through. It’s the story of my first love. Now that I’ve been in a relationship currently for several years,it’s time to let go of the past.
Which means, having recently found my old love’s sister, I’ll be sending her this drawing of my love I did from snapshots after he passed. It’s a work I think of as one of my best. So, time to move on and send it on….to a home where it can be openly loved.
So, I finished the sketch of “Floral Overload”, and here it is:
So, now I begin on the large version.
For that, I realized I would have to do the flowers in careful, realistic detail. For that, I’d need good flower pictures to study and draw. For any artist who may not be aware of it, there’s a copyright free picture library at the Wet Canvas artists’ website. So, I blithely went there, and plucked a picture of a pansey. After a momentous struggle with Windows 8, I was finally able to print it out.
So, Georgia O’Keefe? As I started to draw this pansey, I went into a meditative state, not quite in the samasara dimension. When I came to, I realized the pansey was starting to look like a vagina….not something I intended. Then, I thought of Georgia O’Keefe and her flower paintings, that were often compared to sexual parts. I think everyone is of the opinion that this was intentional…but was it?
Maybe it’s a natural phenomenon that female sexual parts look the same throughout earthly creation. Or maybe, I”m making too much out of it.
So, the question is…do I continue and accentuate this trend? It wouldn’t be the first time one of my paintings looked (unintentionally) like a vagina.
Fudge is a nice euphemism, isn’t it? Instead of harsh profanity, you get a remembrance of chocolate delight, maybe days in the kitchen as a child, helping with the stirring of candy, sun shining through the curtains….I went off on a tangent I guess.
Picasso (at least I think it was Picasso), said “Inspiration can strike, but it has to find you working” although that maybe a paraphrase. So, I’m working on my art, hoping for a great lightening stroke from my muse. Or whatever.
Thing is, working full time, I don’t get the chance to sit in my usual dreamy reveries from whence (yes, I said whence). I also don’t know how I ended up typing in italics or how to stop. Anyone here a Windows 8 expert?
So, just to be doing something, I’m working on an idea I’ve had since high school…yes, I had to go that far back to find something that excited me. So far, it’s in the sketch stage, and I’m calling it “Floral Overload”. So, here’s the start:
Somebody put this on my Facebook newsfeed. Could go for my art career as well. My plan was to be a successful, famous artist by the time I was 25. Yeah, right. In a world where feces in a can is art, I didn’t stand a chance. Not to mention,that if I had made it that young, I would not been emotionally stable enough to handle it. I like it now, I’m drawing what I like, and I have people who like what I do. Peace…
Although at my high school reunion I was confronted by a classmate who said to me: “I always th0ught you were a genius. What about it, Roxy, are you still a genius? “
How do you answer something like that.
A couple of months later, the same classmate walked, by chance, into the store where I do my day job. There I was in my apron and duster…..
So, I”ve finished this drawing, still not sure of the title.
When I look at it, I realize I’ve come a long way since when I resumed drawing in colored pencil a few years ago….compared to a “A Step Up”, both the finished version and the sketch. The sketch:
Damn! This is the first day off from work I’ve had in seven days. I had forgotten how precious free time is when you work full time.
Most important thing done today, laundry. Honestly, I couldn’t have gone any longer without washing clothes, unless I turned them inside out and wore them that way. As it was, I was thanking God, Jesus, Buddha, whoever and whatever that the dress code for my job is all black, and that I have to wear a large apron which covers the shiny coffee spill spots. So, done. In the song, “Sunday Morning Coming Down”, Kris Kristoferson sang about “putting on my cleanest dirty shirt. So it has been. So, now I don’t have to worry about it for how many months?
But the good part of the day is I got to work on this drawing. Here’s a work in progress shot. Since I really want to highlight the center of the porch, I may not go much further with this.
Also, I don’t like ‘Fourth of July’ as a title. So, I’m open to suggestions for a better name….
I always thought by the time I got to this stage of my life as an artist, perspective would be a breeze……yeah, right. The photo wasn’t clear, and it never occurs to me to actually LOOK at the porch across the street to see how the lines go to the vanishing point. So, my absence has been due to my struggling with this:
Once an art teacher challenged me to draw the perspective on a spiral staircase. Masochist that I was at 16, I actually tried.
So, I keep saying I want to do artwork that heals and relieves suffering. By the time I get done with this, I’ll be in need of some real healing myself!