“I’m suspicious of people who don’t like dogs, but I trust a dog when it doesn’t like a person.”
Thanks Bill Murray. Or Mark Twain. Or whoever said this originally. It doesn’t say much for my character.
Dogs have a funny reaction to me. Some absolutely love me, some whimper and cry as if I’m Darth Vader. I can’t figure this out. I’m really a very small, harmless looking woman.
I remember being terrified of dogs when I was a small child. I can’t figure that out either. I was never hurt by one, that I know of. I got along fine with my aunt’s German Shepherds, but other than that…illogical fear. Maybe I still give off a negative vibe in relation to dogs.
I start my venture into the world of dog drawing with a picture of a German Shepherd, the first dog breed I learned to trust.
Frankly this, I’ve been away with bipolar depression. It’s part of my life occasionally, but as I say, everyone has some aspect of his/her life that is a problem.
So, I did this remake of “Clearing”, which I like better, but still can’t be objective about.
But it has to find you working”…Pablo Picasso.
Who am I to argue with Picasso? He had a prolific output, he knew what he was talking about.
However, I have to admit it now, I’m more stuck than I realized.
I have had a tumultuous year, I’ve been about as stable as a wind sock in a hurricane. I’ve slipped into doing drawings from my imagination, and cheating by filling in with decorative patterns. For me, that’s not good.
In giving myself some serious thought, I have to get back to drawing of real objects, either from life or photograph. As I did in the past, with some of my best work…such as this from longer ago than I want to admit.
Maybe I should take a sketch pad to a local park and do a REAL drawing of one of the beautiful, stark, winter landscapes around here.
Or maybe I should just draw this guy from last summer, who walked by my window, on a visit back to Queens.
A lot has changed since I posted last, in my personal life.
First of all, Hannako has left us. We nursed her to the end, and she went peacefully.
Also, I was laid off from my day job. This seemed like a good time to make a break, move back to Connecticut by myself (with a little help from my friends) and start over.
In the process of leaving, I left behind a lot of artwork, as well as other personal belongings.
Now, I’m searching for another day job. I like a steady paycheck, as well as the freedom to create the art that I want to create.
So, a replay. I’m going to have to rephotograph a lot of my work…but in the meantime:
Typical November day here…gray, rainy, brown leaves….a totally depressing mess. Around the corner lurks the (gasp) winter holidays…which some love, some hate, depending on your life and/or disposition. Or your job….hello to my fellow retail workers!
So, no wonder I had to make peace with November.
Having left my day job in an ambulance, no less (I really like to go in style), I have lessened my schedule. Listen, I love doing my artwork, but I need something to break it up…and hopefully find inspiration for the next drawing.
So, here is: Making Peace with November:
So, see you during the Christmas rush! I’ll be the one wearing a rhinestone wreath and hawking olive oil….once again.
It happens every year about this time…the view from my living room window mocks me. The leaves fall, revealing one of the most beautiful, famous scenes anywhere. Something I’ve tried and tried again to capture. The Manhattan skyline.
It mocks me.
Some of my failures:
I must do this scene justice before I die. Otherwise, my troubled soul will wander the Outer Boroughs of New York City.