I was so thrilled when I saw this big ass book sitting on the shelf of one of the many art stores I foraged through regularly in So. Cal. (can’t remember which one it was that I found it in). I’d been hauling it around with me all summer, in hopes that something I’d see would inspire me to remove the plastic wrapper and get started on something within its pages. Well, the time has finally come; I started on a sketch a few weeks ago in honor of the harvest season and finally began adding colour this weekend. It’s a work in progress but I feel quite triumphant that I put anything down it in, since I’ve not been creating much visual art stuff. *sighing in relief* Maybe it’s like riding a bicycle after all…
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there lay within me an invincible summer. – Albert Camus
I decided, this morning, that I needed to create today. I’ve had these materials out since before the holidays, in preparation for the moment when I would feel assailed by creative inspiration. Well, maybe it comes as no surprise that I just haven’t been feeling it lately. I’ve been stuffing it, instead, perhaps waiting for a moment when, after properly incubating, I’ll feel like birthing something. Actually, I kinda feel like shit today… have been for weeks now, but ever the trooper, I keep trying to make some semblance of cheer (thinking like the rest of the world that if I paste that smile on, that I’ll become convinced that I’m a happy camper), even though I’ve stalled big time on just about everything. A moratorium of feeling… uncomfortably numb. I’ve felt that if I pulled out my art materials, without getting my other (read: more important) duties done (like the 2007 taxes, for instance) that I’d get major stink-eye. But… fuck it, you know? It’ll all get done sooner or later, and the place is quiet (well, except for some Sarah McLachlin streaming from my iMac), and I’ve burned some incense and smudged the whole blessed place in an effort to get the sticky energy flowing… So… here’s the start… it’s for my December Chapbook collaboration project. The Camus quote was a sort of springboard, if you will, for the concept of the piece… the return of light amidst the darkness… all that. The sheets will get cut up into 5.5″ x 8″ ‘pieces’ which I’ll work on some more (read: attach things to… paint some more… and since it’s “wintery” stuff, stick some fake glitter-snow on).
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After making breakfast this morning, I finished up my ‘color’ postcards for the year-long swap I’ve organized. This month’s theme was black and white, and while contemplating the different concepts that I’d been thinking about, winter scenes and snow were what finally tied my attention.
It took me all of yesterday afternoon and evening to draw out the postcards on illustration board with pen. This morning, after our pancake breakfast, I resumed working on them and finished them, adding watercolor and watersoluble color pastel. I quite like how they turned out.
I finally unearthed enough of a work surface on my workbench to be able to, uh, work on it… what a concept. I’ve been feeling blah and not much like creating stuff (except for writing, which I’m sure you’ve been entertained with… but I digress)…
So, I searched for a photo that had some happy heads in it, and found something. My rendering skills when it comes to perspective really suck, but I’m too tired to worry much about it at this point… the heads should have been more even in size, but I have two larger ones in the composition… so I’m hoping I can BS my way into claiming that it’s because those two are in the foreground and the other two were further away. I’m a real big fan of suspending reality… c’mon, work with me.