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Well, It !!!WAS!!! SUnny earlier

Right now, this is the view from my living room window.

As the title says “It WAS Sunny Earlier.

And earlier, I decided to do a drawing of a rhododendron. No, not precisely.

I signed up to do a pop-up show in downtown Danbury, and doing a mad dash to make as many notecards for it as possible. So, doodled out a notecard.

Then I had flash of an idea…well, more of an end of a slide show of my old work. Reminiscent of the work I was doing back in the 1980’s and 1990’s.

Such as this…..

So, this is how it came out…….

Doing it was fun! Doing a lot of these little drawings for notecards is fun!

But as I look outside, I can see it’s beginning to rain. It’s supposed to rain through Friday. There may not be a pop-up. Oh, well, what the hell.

But back on the subject of rhododendrons:

Damn, there are a lot of rhododendrons in this condo complex.

Not complaining. Just sayin’.

Up in the Air.

Maybe one of you can help me with this. I’m totally confused, and maybe seriously, ….er, messed up.

EPSON MFP image

The good news is, I got a new desktop. The bad news is, I tried to transfer the photos on my phone to the new desktop. I may have made a big mistake.

I think I should have done it with a thumb drive from my old, slow as spring coming after winter, all in one computer, which I inherited from my boyfriend. He’s gone to a Mac.

I tried to do it wirelessly. Somehow, it all ended up in The Cloud, with the dire warning, that if I delete it from there, it will erase all my pictures on both devices.

HELP!

What Happened to YouTube?

So, I realize that my idea of posting on YouTube is dead in still water. Why? I realized that the people who have really good video channels, post about a subject other than themselves. They’re informative, and entertaining.

So, talking about one’s self, doesn’t seem to be all that interesting. Unless, of course, you’re a celebrity. Would anyone really be interested in someone yakking about her artwork?

For instance….

Remember this? It turned out to be more of a work in progress than I realized. I made many revisions, and of course, it looks far different from my original vision.

The Rock in the Backyard

Would anyone really want to hear the story of the subject matter, and how it came about? Whether you’re interested or not, here goes.

I believe I told you numerous times about the choo-choo train that links my little city of Danbury, Connecticut to my brother’s little city of Norwalk, Connecticut. So….

While I was on my way home, the train chugging and beeping along, I saw two children playing on a rock in their yard. No big deal, right?

This sight was no big deal, until you realized the kinds were dressed in colorful, summer clothing. Yes, it was spring, but very early, when the world is still in dull colors, except the red buds on the trees.

Only problem, is that it was about sixty degrees Fahrenheit out. The kids were rushing the season, in shorts and short sleeves.

Big deal. I enjoyed drawing it though.

BTW, about the title, when I was growing up, we did have a big rock in the backyard.

And just for the heck of it, here’s a cat.

I’ve Gone Abstract!

I pushed them aside, thinking, that’s not me, they’re gimmicks. Old stick in the mud me.

Years ago, while I was working on my subjective art, every so often, an idea would come to me for an abstract piece, a conceptual piece or wildly ,well,wild ideas.

I wonder at times if I followed that path, would the art would welcome me with open arms. So I’m going to try it!

I’m going abstract!

NOT!!!

Herding (NOT Hoarding)cats

As I have told you year after year, time after time…..St. Patrick’s Day is my birthday. And what I have told you, only slightly as often, it’s also St. Gertrude of Nivelle’s Day. She’s the patron saint of cats….I found that this last tradition is only from the1980’s. I’m disappointed, that it’s not ancient lore of some kind.

Anyway, in the spirt of having fun with art…..here’s a drawing of St. Gertrude herding (not hoarding) cats. Thanks to my friend Aaron for that great metaphor.

Meow!

Now is the time to tell you this is the last post of this blog. I’ve run out of ideas, and I’m beginning to repeat myself. It’s also time to pay the renewal fee for the year. So, I’m letting it go.

i’m not disappearing though. I will be starting a video blog, entitled, what else? Roxanne Baldwin’s Artsy Vlog. I will have it on YouTube, and a link on my Facebook page.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCF1f2V8kSkazLArDNPCDNPQ

https://www.facebook.com/RoxanneBaldwinsArtsyPage

And finally….A goodbye with what else?

Cats.

The Subject Is Titles

I haven’t done much abstract art. When I do, though, I don’t label it “Untitled “.

Can you imagine this being entitled “Untitled “? I’d probably be asking, “Can’t you give me a clue?”.

But you don’t have to ask, it’s called “Guardian Angel”.

Not to be confused by this:

Guardians

Okay, I don’t play games. If I want to say something visually to you, I want you to understand what it is.

This has a title, too. I swear! Damned if I can remember what it is.

And this has a title, too!

I think the title is “Foliage “, but I’m not sure.

My question is, how do you not title something?

When I am drawing, and thinking about what I am drawing…my mind wanders. I come up with all sorts of things sometimes amusing, sometimes amusing but inappropriate, but always something. They all make good titles, and I use the one I like the best.

C’mon, if you don’t title it, you’re missing half the fun!

Are YOu Serious?

I realize why some of my work just draws blank looks. Art is not supposed to be funny…or at least fanciful. No, I don’t mean huge guffaws, as you get with a comedian. I mean more of a lighthearted and jolly mood. (Did I really use the word jolly?)

No, art is serious. It tackles huge, meaningful subject matter. Art is no joke.

So, that’s what I thought about while I was in my hermit hole. What’s so funny about art?

Sometimes, it’s silly. Or it should be allowed to be.

So, here from the past…..some silliness.

And so, until we meet again, have lighthearted and jolly day. And silly. Don’t forget silly.

It’S eCLECTIC!

Can’t get rid of this damn chair, can I?

Did I tell you about my first day as a DJ assistant? I got the name of “The Electric Slide”, wrong, and shouted out, “It’s Eclectic!”.

No, that’s not true. Makes for a good story, though,

I do have a true story about the word eclectic, though.

Greenwich Old Town Hall

Back, (way, way back), I lived and worked in Greenwich, Connecticut. I worked in a small discount department store, where the close knit employees all felt like family.

The owner of the store was like a second father to me. One day he asked me about my taste in music. I said something like, ‘My taste in music is eclectic”. The boss looked at me, and said, “Don’t use that word here”.

I didn’t understand what he meant…..could there be an obscene, second meaning to eclectic that I didn’t know? I was really puzzled and upset.

Finally, I got it. My poor SAT mind was oriented to using big words. Then I realized not everyone has that broad a vocabulary. Some people wouldn’t understand, and the rest would think I sounded like a snob.

In short, don’t use a $20 word, when a $5 word will do just fine.

Cloud Over Greenwich.

INto YOUR LIFE It Will Creep

I may not have that right….the 1960’s was a long time ago. The song was “What It’s Worth”, by the Buffalo Springfield. What “It” was, was paranoia. In my rewording…into your life it will creep is………….BOREDOM! A lot less sinister than paranoia, but they both can end up doing strange things. Like questionable art.

Once, at a job, along time ago, in a galaxy far away….no, not really, I’m talking about New York City, when I used to work there.

I was showing my artwork to a colleague, and suddenly this showed up:

My colleague looked at me quizzically and said, “Huh?”. I didn’t have any answer to that. I stilll don’t have any answer to it, and it haunts me to this day.

Just a little while ago, I showed you this drawing, thinking that this little sketch is as far as the drawing would go…..

Again, I got bored and couldn’t leave well enough alone. And again, I produced something that will haunt me to days in the future.

I’m going back into my hermit hole, and think about things for a while.