As well as raining here.
My friend just asked me the other day if I regretted moving from NYC to Connecticut. Truth is, I don’t. I think I already went into how I remember the romance and excitement of the City, but not the humdrum stress. Like the idea of New York City in the rain.
Of course, there are some things I miss and always will. For instance, the white cherry blossoms at the beginning of spring. The skyline at night:
In general, I miss a lot of the human made parts of the vista. Yes, I enjoy nature, but for art, it starts to lack an interesting focal point. Yeah, really.
So, in honor of the memory of what is not really New York, here are some ATCs I made while I was trying to think of a way to make money. Funny thing, I never did find out a way..
There was a song big in the sixties, during the folk music era. The lyric went something like this;
To everything, turn turn turn…there is a season, turn turn turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
Some of you, I know, remember this song. Some of you, will remember it because your parents played it. I think it was made popular by Peter, Paul and Mary, but I’m to lazy to Google it to be sure.
For me, the season has been spring, but the purpose of the time wasn’t art. I had family issues, a new job that turned into a horror show, and all sorts of sundry events and mishaps that life takes from time to time.
And so, finally, I can turn, turn, turn back to my artwork!
I’ve been away for a while…lots of upheaval in my personal life, some good, some bad. I’ve started a new day job, which means, until I’m settled in it, I don’t have the energy for artwork. Money is nice, but in the meantime, spring is rapidly running away from me. There’s always next year, at least, I always hope there is a next year.
So, almost paradise:
So, it’s the first day of May. Spring has finally gotten here, and May is my favorite month. November is my least liked month, but that’s another story. And so it goes.
In my personal life, I’m about to lose the woman I think of as my mother-in-law. She will transition in a few days to what I believe is a better existence.
There’s something dis-harmonic about death in the spring; something that runs counter to the direction the rest of nature is taking. While life and flowers are blossoming anew, death seems out of place.
However, if I truly believe we have a better existence after death….maybe it isn’t so out of place. Perhaps it signals the blossoming of life on another plane. That’s what I’m going to choose to think, and it may possibly be true.
So, in the time that I so looked forward to, spring, I’m stuck with a stubborn case of artist’s block. You’d think, with all the time off I’ve had, I’d be fruitful as fruitflies. I’ve made attempts, but nothing that I’m excited about..at least excited enough to do the hard work behind doing a drawing. I’m left wondering WTH happened, and what do I do now.
Then, gazing at the beautiful spring day, I realized, not only is spring beautiful, it’s also pretty. It’s the type of pretty that brings out the cliches in everyone. Doing something original is about impossible, with all these darn flowers everywhere!
20 x16 inch image. Lightfast colored pencil on archival cotton rag paper.
I seem to not be having much success with my artwork these days. First the dogs, and now this. My Welcome to Spring piece is not up to my somewhat perfectionist standards. Grrr.
So,while I rethink this, I will share with you a spring drawing I made a few years, back when I lived in NYC. Our sky was blank after 9/11. To see the Freedom Tower going up, in the early spring, gave me hope. I forgot what the title to this was..but here it is!
I’m going to have to put the dog project on the back burner. The opportunity at the veterinarian hospital seems to be dead in the water. I may yet be called back, but I’m tired of the run around I seem to be getting. Pffft.
What season is this? It was 82 degrees Friday, down to the 30’s today. The calendar says spring, but we’re getting summer and winter weather. I’m seriously confused.
I took a break and went down to Pennsylvania to visit a friend. No artwork done, but many good ideas from the farm county there.
So, in hopes that like attracts like…here’s a summer drawing.
a 20 x 16 inch original drawing on archival rag paper with lightfast colored pencil.