Yes, indeed. Once was not enough. Actually, three times was not enough.
I’m amazed at artists who don’t get bored doing the same subject, or the same motif, without being bored. Not envious, mind you, just amazed.
Confession: I looked through my old drawings earlier and found a lot of repeat subjects. Lots of landscapes, skyscapes, cats, and empty chairs.
Speaking of empty chairs, Vincent Van Gogh managed to paint complete psychological portraits through still lifes incorporating an empty chair. What is so evocative, I keep being drawn to the same subject?
Of course, each is with a twist:
And so on…..
I’m about to do another chair…of course, with a twist.
I’ve broken my arm. I was running for a bus, tripped, caught myself with my left hand. Thanks whoever is out there, it was my left. But in the meantime, my artwork has slowed considerably.
Yes, but I can surely draw with my right hand, right? Yes, but….I do my most careful work on carefully cut large paper.which requires two…count’em, two hands. So, I have been active doing note cards. I’ve produced very little that was outstanding. Still, today, I was playing around with a sketch of a rocking chair, just to keep my drawing active. I came up with something that has some possibilities…..here’s the sketch, and since it’s a sketch it’s pretty rough…but you get the idea.
This winter has been devoted to greeting cards, and gifts. With my lack of energy in the winter, I’ve had a hard time being able to tackle much in the way of creative work. Part of my brain hibernates, I swear, and lies dormant until March.
Looking at my previous winter’s output, there a lot of drawings I’m not proud of. A waste of time and materials.
I also have another type of work I like to do. I’m thinking of combining decals of my good, spring, summer and fall work, with the elements of Danbury rocks…and make objet’s d’arte. Also, do the same with functional items…sorry of a Roxanne’s Shabby Chic. So, I have plans not to waste another winter…..
And as we have this March blizzard outside, I feel more content and inspired than I have f0r months.
As I was working on “Sunday’s Stream of Consciousness”, Dearly Beloved looked at it, and said “You’re no Bob Ross”. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, good or bad. Turns out he meant my trees are not happy, although they do have friends….
So, here it is, a drawing done nearly spontaneously with not a lot of prior planning. A stream of creatively, maybe, not consciousness, but a stream none the less.
So, now I’ve used my more precious than gold paper. Until I have money to restock it, I’ll be doing some note cards. See you soon!
For those who may have figured it out…with the use of the technique similar to Zentangles, I am trying to stay in as meditative a state as I do this as possible. There for the “Conscious” works its way into this picture. I’ve been doing very little planning of this, as I would most drawing. One line leads to another, and such as that.
However, another conscious technique, as I have noted before, is coloring. You can see, that as I drew my mindful lines, I managed to develop something that looks very much like a coloring book. This was totally unintentional, but I’ll take it and run with it. So, I intend to color it, one color leading to another, absorbed in the process, not worrying about the plan.
How far I have come from my drawings (which in pride I referred to as “paintings”) of many years ago, sweating over details as part of an exhaustively planned composition. Case in point:
Drove me freaking nuts! It’s named “Threshold”, the title of this given to me by another good friend. But, My God, what was I thinking?
As I start this drawing, I’m reminded of the words my teachers would say to me. “Don’t draw every leaf. Make a pattern of the light and shadow of the foliage, and just give a hint of texture”. Okay, yes, that makes for wonderful landscapes. However, what if I do want to draw every blessed leaf?
In abstract art, people often talk about it being the process, not the result. It’s a cliche, and as I always am aware, words become cliches because there is truth to them. Even very naturalistic artists talk about being in the zone, where there is nothing but the artwork and themselves.
Which brings me back to Zentangles….yes, you remember me talking about Zentangles. The “zen” part of it, relates to the state of consciousness that you get when you concentrate on a repetitious task. So, considering the process, and the state of mind in the zone, I damned well am going to draw every leaf.
Case in point, this drawing I did when I was approximately half the age I am now. I took my teachers’s advice on the trees, but the grass? I drew every blade, and I don’t regret it. It was relaxing, and on top of it, I discovered I could make the grass in a pattern that complemented the composition. Yes, it was all very Zen.
Boy, Sundays can sure drag. As I wait for Monday, so I can resume my job search, the minutes pass by slowly.
I have but one piece of good paper left to do a drawing on. So, it had better be good. So, here’s the story:
Last winter, I went for a walk with some friends in a bit of a wilderness area. Took a picture of what I thought would make a good drawing. Looking at it again, I decided it would make a good piece of artwork..that is, if you’re Bob Ross. Not to undermine anyone’s admiration of the man, he was a good soul, however, I’m not a big fan of his work.
Back to the story. I decided to do a small sketch of the scene, to see if I could be excited about it enough to use my precious last sheet of paper. Even after doing that, I was undecided as to whether I could come up with anything original from it.
So, I showed it to my friend Peggy. She came up with the title for it, “Sunday’s Stream of Consciousness” Wow. With a title like that, how could I decide to discard the idea? Now, if only I could come up with a visual angle to live up to that elegant name.