Or, my flirtation with abstraction.
Long ago, I feel in love with reality. Hard to explain that, right? I don’t go much for fantasy movies, or fiction for that matter. Give me a good, non-fiction book on modern physics or psychology, and I’m happy.
So, when it came to art, I liked to portray things that were real, with maybe a bit of flair to them, but real.
Then I became really involved in drawing, it became my own kind of picture puzzle..how do I manipulate line, shadow, shapes and colors on a piece of paper so it looks like a real object?
Did that for a while, then my interest in interpreting reality with designs and patterns came back. I started doing intense combinations of drawing and designs.
Then I became bored and frustrated. My career wasn’t going anywhere, and I felt I had run out of passion for the pictures I was drawing. So, I put away my pencils and swore never, never would I do any artwork again. Or so I said.
After something like 10 years, I realized something was missing in my life. I started to experiment with abstract. I thought about just getting lost in the process, as I did in my good days of drawing…but without the stress of having to get it right. So, first I did abstracts in colored pencils.
So, then came the thought…what if I did this with sparkles and glitter? And so I did the Namaste series:
Then I fell back into love with reality, with a flair of course. That’s when this blog began.
So, once again, I feel I’ve run out of energy and inspiration. The fun has gone out of the drawings and they look realistic. I’m bored as freaking heck.
However, I still need something creative, or else I get the bends. It worked once before, so I’ll try it again. Abstraction.
So, I’ve just done this. It was fun! Just what I needed again…however, I know I’ll get bored doing this in a little while. Because, I love reality, and the challenge it offers.
Even now, I look at the trees and the beautiful late summer evening light. They’d make beautiful drawings, but when I contemplate doing that work, it just seems tedious and labored. No fun. If you’re not having fun doing artwork, in my book, what’s the point? I have the leisure of being able to take off and do something different, and so I will.