Took pictures of Katie (who has the most wonderful red hair) and painted the first of (I hope) many portraits of her. Actually, I did one of her and her mother when she was a tiny baby, so this is the second, or maybe the third. I tried to be loose, but it is hard to be loose. Looked at Charles Reid’s Painting Portraits in Watercolor for inspiration but I am just not able to let go! I think the more you paint, the more able you are to let the pigment flow! Wish I were able to paint more, but now is the time for architecture.
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Came home after work the last couple of days and sketched. I find it relaxing and should probably sketch every night ( not to mention improving my skills!).
Ken came first (I have sketched his profile a lot. An easy activity to do while on long car trips while he drives.)
Then came architecture… here is a site that I really like. Lots of English buildings for me to draw while I am sitting on my bum in the states. Thank you Photos 4 Artists!!!
Sat on the patio for a bit…
Another site I like, you can sketch models from the computer screen and set the time limit just like is done in a classroom for gestures. I set the time for 10 minutes!
I spent the evening reading old journal entries. I couldn’t keep a journal until I decided I would write it for one special person, my future (maybe?) great grandchild. That made it easy to think of what to write. I wrote things that I wish I knew about my great grandparents. My aunt recently told me that she wrote her memories of her children and grandchildren and gave them as birthday gifts this past year. How clever of her to think of such a wonderful gift! I am always surprised that my kids don’t remember things from their early days, or when their memory is flavored with the telling and retelling of stories. But isn’t that the way it is for all of us.
My mother talked a lot of memories during her last months. She didn’t share memories (she shared plenty over the years), rather she talked of what memories were, of how our perspective of an event so totally affects a memory. My memory of an event from childhood may be very different than my sister’s memory of the same event. But both of them are true, who is to say your memory is wrong?
The other writing I do is note taking while listening to sermons in church. Those notes include lots of doodling. Sometimes a sermon inspires very visual notes, other times not so much. I am not sure what inspired this fish! Can’t remember from the notes!
Here is another watercolor portrait I worked on last weekend. Added some finishing touches tonight, mainly to keep me up past 9 pm!
This is on aquabord, 8″x8″.
I haven’t had the time to carve any new linoleum blocks but I so wanted to play with my new Utrecht Baby Press, so I used very old blocks and tried printing. Theses were the best of the bunch. I like the bird printed on watercolor testing scraps, a leftover from architectural rendering and trying to find an ideal paint color for siding on a house. See, there is a reason I save scrap paper! Who can tell me who the gentleman is? Anyone? (I hope so, means my portraiture skills need improving if you cannot tell that is Wm. Shakespeare!)I think the press does a pretty good job of making contact with the paper. I also played with “engraving.” I drew on aluminum foil in preparation for my children’s Bible study class and then rubbed ink on the engraved side and ran it through the press. It actually made an image! I am going to buy some heavy duty foil and try it again!
For 2013, those same Bible study kids made a block printed calendar from drawing on styrofoam plates. Here are three randomly selected months. They are all wonderful and I love seeing the calendar hanging in my kitchen!
Wondering why 27 is not showing up in July??? Hope I fixed that on the final printing!
It is Sunday and they happen to be playing something called the Super Bowl and I was able to spend the day in the studio. This is the result – a super bowl chicken. It is pastel and larger than a sheet of print paper, I am proud to say. I have only been doing small things lately and I want to paint/draw/create larger, but just haven’t convinced myself to do anything that will take longer than a couple of hours. Well, this didn’t take much longer than that and it was super fun pulling out pastels. These were my mother’s pastels (mine are buried under hers) and hers were, I am sure, organized the way she liked them. I just used what was on top. And that was mostly Sennielier. Oh, the pleasure of using Sennelier soft pastels… What an inheritance!
I am lucky to have some friends who like to get together to try various art projects for fun. Yesterday we played with reduction printing. I think being a printmaker would be the most wonderful occupation (along with being a weaver or potter). I do not have a press nor do I have room for one but it doesn’t mean I don’t really really want one. I want it to go beside my dreamt-about-frequently-but-not-yet-purchased-loom in the dreamt-about-frequently-and-totally-organized-studio. (I haven’t even broached the idea of a kiln. Yet.) We had to use a spoon to print our masterpieces. To be honest, mine didn’t turn out to be a masterpiece but I kept on going after the ladies left and, using Ludwig Hohlwein’s roses as inspiration, I did this –
I was pleased enough with this to share with you.
You may not know much about Ludwig Hohlwein, I didn’t until I saw and bought the poster with the roses that inspired these. (Really, I’ve copied the stylized roses, just not the arrangement. I can’t find a good picture on the internet to link you to the originals) Hohlwein lived in Germany in the early 20th century and was an established graphic artist by the time the Nazi party took control of Germany. He joined the Nazi party at some point and even did some art work for them. (I read he was offered the opportunity to leave Germany in the early 30’s but chose to stay.) This knowledge created conflict in me, should I enjoy the art of someone who had such poor judgement (hopefully that rather than just being an evil man)? I still have the poster hanging and I still like the episode of Bugs Bunny that plays Richard Wagner’s opera despite the controversy of Wagner’s racism. The past is flawed as is the present and I am sure the future will be, also. I recently read In the Garden of Beasts about the American Ambassador and his family at the beginning of Hitler’s regime. It was a fascinating book. Hitler’s control crept up on the German people at that time. If just a few had had the courage to speak up… I feel another book about this time in Germany is a must-read book, Stones from the River. Most excellent book. I think the world would be a better place if everyone read this book.
Goodness, I’ve expounded a bit tonight, haven’ t I?
For the last couple of years, I have had, in one corner of my studio, a jumbled mess (actually the whole studio is a jumbled mess, hence this blog’s name). But I am tired of looking at this particular mess. I have been saving twigs and raffia to make another nest egg, this one for me since the first 3 were given away. I made it tonight.
That corner is now clean. I have retired from nest building.
Last night was spent sketching on scrap paper.
I am trying to get in the habit of creating daily. Bunny and eggs, I think I am also ready for spring.
Have you ever heard the phrase “’til the cows come home?” I haven’t heard it in years (or even thought about it and now you are thinking if that is what’s on my mind, I have a very boring life indeed! And yes, I do.) Seems to me that we used to have and use more idioms than we do now but maybe the idioms have just changed and I am no longer “with it.”
When I was a kid, my parents would “drag” us up to Ellijay, Georgia every weekend. Drag was the word we used then, now going to Ellijay is a pleasure as it was for my parents back then. Ellijay is in the mountains of Georgia, a back woods kind of country. At least back then. Lots of family lore and land, dirt roads, barn cats, corn rows, snakes, grassy meadows, stinky hogs, swimming holes and cows. We would hear my great-uncle Glen calling his cows home each evening. That is a sound I would love to hear again.
This is an 8″x8″ watercolor with some white acrylic ink in the background. I was trying to make the cows pop. Can you imagine someone with limited knowledge of English wondering about why I wanted the cows to pop? Or any of the strange idioms we may use/used to use regularly? But don’t they make talking and listening much more enjoyable?
I am not doing resolutions this year. I never keep them anyway. But… if I were to make a resolution, I would want it to be to create a drawing (or comparable creative endeavor) a day. And… if I had made that resolution, this would be drawing #1. I bought a pad of grey scaled papers so I could add light and dark to the mid range of grey to create drawings like this, but the texture of the paper is too rough and I have a lot of “pits” showing. They are rather detracting in the light areas.
Happy New Year! May this be the year that we make better.