There is Nothing You Can Name, That is Anything Like the Flu

Greetings, friends…

Facebook is letting me know that I’m letting my followers down.  Sorry about that.  Truth is, I’ve had the flu!  It’s hard to concentrate on drawing, art, and making sense of things in general, when you’re coughing your throat up, and your sinuses are as clogged as The Long Island Expressway at rush hour.

Not to mention, that the almighty dollar has been elusive these days.  I’ve been job hunting, too.

So, here’s a drawing of my flu, with fever:

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And here’s the logjam on the job hunt:

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Now you have it!  An interpretive illustration of my past week.  Better days coming.

It Was a Nice Idea, While it Lasted

Having a shortage of paper, and a shortage of energy, I decided the best way to keep up with my art, was to do little handmade notecards…much as I did holiday cards for the Winter Boutique.  Something that I could maybe sell for $5 easily at a later show of some sort.  Just relaxing, fun easy drawing, sketching and coloring.  That’s what I thought.

Yeah, right. I did one, promptly misplaced it.  Then, having been wowed by the Supermoon last month as I left my day job, I did another little card.  I thought, well maybe that would be good for a full size drawing.  That was it, I jinxed myself.  I could not think of another fun, playful idea to put on a notecard.  The well of ideas just dried up.

I kept returning to the Supermoon.  So, I guess, I’m destined to make a large drawing based on this little notecard.

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Richness in the Spartan

Okay, so, here’s a mostly made up landscape with crows.  I think I managed to keep the horror movie aspect out of it.

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So, back to thinking of things that are delightful in the dark and the cold.  For instance, I think of the massive sky, that in other seasons, is hidden by and competing with glorious green trees and multi-colored flowers.  So, that, and the bare bones of the dormant trees, are visible only now.  I remember speaking with one woman, a photographer, who preferred winter trees for her art.  She said she felt they were more “honest”.  I’m still not sure what she meant by that, maybe she was searching for a word to describe something more complex.  Perhaps she  meant it, in the same way that a nude human is more authentic than a clothed person?  Don’t know to this day.  Whatever she meant, I have yet had a tree, in extravagant foliage, or otherwise, lie to me.

But for now, I’m doing little sketches on notecards, until I’m more confident for an idea.  Thanks to my sister, more of the high quality paper I use is on the way, but I treat it like gold.

 

The Worst of 2016….and Moving Forward…

I’m still a little groggy this morning.  I stayed up until midnight to see the ball drop in Time Square.  Makes me think, all the years I lived in New York City, and close proximity, I never made good on my intention to go to New Years in Times Square.  I think the lack of available toilets is what discouraged me.

However, let’s get to it.  My worst work of 2016.  I do this to keep it light on my part, and to keep it real.  Everyone puts out a clunker now and then.  So, here ’tis.

Shrubbery.  It is.  It’s not really all that bad, but then, it isn’t good either.  Just laying there, in mediocrity, like yesterday’s stale sandwich.

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My comforting observation to myself, is that my worsts don’t seem to be as bad as they used to be.  Happy New Year…may 2017 be bright and populated with happy little clouds and trees, with friends.

The Bird is the Word…

As I work on the crow picture, I’m reminded of Alfred Hitchcock and
“The Birds”.  I’m doing a number of crow, flourishing of course, in a limited color palette.  Now, how do I not make it look like this?

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It’s unfair to crows, which are a dignified, intelligent species of bird.

To be fair, it’s not too hard to make a good picture of birds….I’ve done many in my life.  An example is this…IMG_0148.jpg

And going back even further in time…

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A Blast from my high school day

Anyway.

Happy New Year’s to Everyone.  May you have a wonderful 2017.  And tomorrow, in my longstanding tradition (of two years), I will present my worst drawing of 2016.  Easy choice this time.

Flourishing, not Surving

So, as I think about getting through the winter once again, I remind myself that certain species do very well in the cold, dark time of year.

It used to be that in Connecticut, there were all sorts of winter birds.  There were titmice, chickadees, and lots of cardinals.  I’m not sure where they are now, probably climate change has affected their migrations.  They’re happily snuggled perhaps in Maine, where it really does get cold.

But what remains of birds?  Plenty of crows.  They’re around all year, and they’re stubborn.

So, I’m putting together in my mind, a drawing of my admiration of crows.  I did a drawing of crows last year, but that was mostly incidental..this one I intend to be a full out celebration.

Speaking of crows, back in New York City…they give the pigeons a run for their money, too.

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This drawing was “Making Peace with January”, from nearly two years ago. This year, the difference in my art is not the “Making Peace”, but joy to be found in the dismal.

Winter Depression….Just Deal with it!

The title is a note to myself, not to those others who are suffering from SAD.  It makes one third of the year horrible, so I have tried many techniques through my art to …just deal with it!

So, one year, I did a drawing each month to make peace.. An example was making peace with December:

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Last year, I searched for Paradise and signs of hope:

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This year?  I’m slipping into depths again…and I’m thinking maybe I should just look and celebrate the beauty in the starkness.

Perhaps, that’s a strategy for dealing with depression in general.  As an artist I once knew said, “I prefer to find beauty in ugliness.”  So, for now, that’s how I’m going to deal with it this winter.