I haven’t posted in a while, because of turbulent times in my personal life. I’ve been laid off from one day job, and I’m starting another. We went for a few days in snowy weather without heat in the condo complex. And generally, my creativity quotient has been at zero.
But in that time, a major yearly event passed. For Christians, it’s Candlemas, for almost everyone else, it’s Ground Hog Day. For Pagans, it’s Imbolc, which celebrates the very first, early signs of the approach of spring. Yes, spring is coming, I see it in the returning longer days, I feel it in my bones. Time to kiss this rotten winter good-bye.
So, I mustered the dregs I have of creativity at the moment, and did this drawing I call “Groundhog Day”. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope it won’t be as long before I have another drawing to post.
So, I finished the drawing of the snowstorm. Snowstorms are bleak by nature, and I punched it up adding pastel colors instead of dull gray. I added a child’s figure for interest. But I’m not sure, and it’s too soon for me to judge, if it’s just too minimal.
Anyway, bleak fits my mood right now.
I, like most residents of the East Coast, got socked in by the snow. Darkness or low barometer, I don’t know, but I had little or no energy. I did not much of anything, either artwise or housework wise.
I decided to do little OSWOA, or Other Small Works of Art, since I am running low on paper. They are postcard sized, 4 by 6 inch pieces of art. One I did of the snowstorm turned out to be a pretty accurate record of the storm…grey and depressing. I modified it a bit, and came up with this, which is very faint, the way the details of the landscape were, behind the falling snow.
Not much, eh? It does give me an idea for a finished piece, though, worth using some of my dwindling supply of big paper. In the meantime, I leave you with this work from last year: Making Peace with January.
Snow is in the forecast for today. We’re not to get hit as hard as if we were still in New York City, but still a sizable amount. It’s good day to stay inside and do artwork…as if that wasn’t what I’ve been doing for the past week anyway. Ah, I love the snow. It’s so beautiful, if I don’t have to go out in it. Be safe, all of you in the East.
I did do another cat, a picture of dear Hannako. Thing is, I meant to do a drawing I could sell, but it looks so much like my little girl, and so much looks like a cat in heaven, that I think I have to hold onto it. I even put a rainbow in it, for the Rainbow Bridge. I’m usually not so sentimental about things. And I’m running out of paper, again.
Draw a cat! Cats are fun to draw, and certainly people pleasing art. It’s a win/win!
However, why not dogs?
When I was working in the LaGuardia Airport branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art Gift Shop, we had a display of cat items. Notepads, notecard, notebooks, everything of note. A customer came in, said she hated cats, why not a set of dog items. We didn’t have a set of dog items.
This past Christmas, I was selling pajamas with a golden retriever in the pattern. A woman looked at them, and said no, she had a dachshund. As if the dachshund would get jealous!
For most cat lovers, a cat is a cat is a cat. But dog lovers are loyal to breeds, I think. Unless someone wants to do pictures of all the various breeds of dogs, well, the market for dog items is qualified by the customer’s preference.
So, here’s a sketch of “String Theory, According to Cats”.
I remember a discussion online by a few professional artists, that when you do artwork all the time,it becomes work….and you need an actual hobby to take a break from it. I never thought that would happen to me, but cooped up in the apartment for a week without doing much but drawing, is not as ideal as I thought it would be. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to stay home and draw all the time, rather than going to a day job, but when I take a break from artwork I really need a break. I don’t have a book to read right now, and the library is a cold, distant journey in this weather. I used to like to bake, but my waistline suffered. Hmmm, maybe I’ll take up knitting.
Which brings me to the finish of “Winter Beach”. The boyfriend looked at it and said, “Is that supposed to be happy?”. For me, yes it is, one of my fondest memories of being young and in love was at a winter beach. Yes, it looks stark, but it’s also sunny and bright.