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I Make Good on My Promises

I finished the rose garden, but I plan on giving it a better name.  My thought is it’s either a  piece of genius, or a piece of fecal matter.  My good friend assures me that it is neither, but she really likes it.

So, here you go!  A drawing of a rose garden that my friend really likes.  As for me?  I’m a terrible judge of my just finished work, so I’ll have to get back to you on it.

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Am I getting loose or am I getting sloppy?  The last garden I drew in NYC, looked like this:

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I’ll be damned if I know.  I just know that if I try to draw something tightly again, it doesn’t seem to work.

Oh well, what next?

 

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“I’ve seen the lights go out on Broadway,

I’ve seen the Empire State laid low.”    – Billy Joel

Right now, Rose Garden is going slowly.  It’s through no fault of my own, but pet owners will understand.  Pumpkin has taken up a new sleeping spot, right behind my easel.   It’s a choice between letting Pumpkin sleep peacefully, or get artwork done.  You can probably guess my priority.

So, I’ve been paying attention to the news.  Along with Hurricane Barry, it seems that Manhattan has had another blackout.  I’ve lived through a couple of those. Sure, there are big crises, there are also a lot of little crises.  That’s part of living in a big city.

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This is an ode to New Yorkers.  They gang together during times of crisis, but most are not very friendly.  I think it’s a matter of personal space.  If I can’t have it in literal 3D dimensions, at least I can keep my emotions clear.

 

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I can give examples of being pulled out of bad situations by strange New Yorkers, only to be met by gruffness afterwards.

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So again begs the question ….did I do the right thing leaving NYC?  I’ve come to the final conclusion, it just doesn’t matter.  I am in Connecticut now, and unless I suddenly am flooded with wealth, I can go back to New York City.  So, end of dilemma, I must make the most happy, successful life here.

 

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So, here’s to old new beginnings:

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I Promise You a Rose Garden

Spoiler Alert!  It will look something like this, but hopefully (there’s that word again, hopefully) much better.    This, of course, is the preliminary sketch,

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Speaking of roses, I just sent a batch of note cards to a long lost friend.  This of course which I know I have posted before.

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The detail and control I had in it, reminds me of the lyrics to the Bob Dylan song
“Oh, I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now”.

Only, how do you explain everything that has happened in  your life for the past 30 years?  Especially, the tries I’ve made to make a living in art…..some well thought out schemes, some absolutely useless ideas.  Wow!  Have I ever tried.

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Commissions, portraits, merchandising, illustration…..and so on.  The idea of making art a product.

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I have come to the point, that I realize my life long ambition to be a rich, famous artist isn’t going to happen.  So, I have returned to drawing what I feel drawn to drawing (yeah, you read that right).  Thinking back on it, my own drawings are are what did me the most good in terms of money and ambition.

So, back to the drawing board I go.

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Alas

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One of my friends calls this the “Psycho House”. I guess I can understand that. Maybe,you can see Norman Bates’ mother in the attic.  That was not the intention of the drawing.  The idea was the house’s windows were reflecting the dawn’s rosy colors.  I always think of Psycho, now.  Or an episode of the “Twilight Zone”, might be more appropriate.

So, happy endings sometimes get turned around. I was waiting for both my artist’s block and the holiday season to end, and they did. on January 2nd, I was celebrating the return of normal life.  Then on January 3rd, I fell and broke my right wrist.

I can’t write my name, let alone draw.  A plot twist to be sure. I’m hunt and peck typing this, and I can still click a mouse. I went through my media library looking for more episodes of the “Twilight Zone”.20180131_0954261172938724.jpg

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Rod Serling, where are you when I need you?!

 

I’ll be back in a few weeks.

Starting All Over, Again, Again

Can You Draw a Bicycle?

I thought this article was pretty amusing.  Of course, drawing from imagination is a challenge.  Most of my life I’ve used photos or life as reference, but now I start out on a new quest (self-indulgence is great).  I’m drawing from imagination.  Pertinent to this is drawing a bicycle from memory.  Here’s mine.  Of course I did cheat, and put a figure in front of it, hiding a big part of it.

So, as to the title…I realize big life changes bring on big changes in artwork.  When I moved to New York City, my work changed from when I lived in Connecticut before.  It took a while to settle in.

Art from Connecticut first time:

 

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Another one from my Connecticut years about 10 years later.

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And getting into the 90’s

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Then with tremendous ado, we moved to New York City. Manhattan particularly.  I tried to work as if I was still back in my home town of Stamford, CT. but the subject matter had changed.  Finally, I made it work:

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And then, with a little less ado, we moved to Sunnyside in Queens.  I remember trying, trying, trying to draw the bridge outside my window that connected Queens to Brooklyn, or the other way around, depending on whether you were a Mets fan.  The picture turned out dark and horrible, and I destroyed it immediately. I gave up art, totally and forever, or so I thought.  Then after a long break which took me on a journey into learning and practising Reiki, of all things.

So, then once again, it began to flow.  I started up again, with drawing more appropriate to Queens.

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So, for many reasons, I decided to move back to Connecticut, dragging my boyfriend kicking and screaming. Of course, I tried to draw the state as if I were still living in Queens.

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I avoided drawing people in NYC, because there were so many of them, and they were downright annoying.  So, I’ve come back, and am, touching, very lightly, the subject of human beings again (as opposed to just cats).

The featured image is one of the first..so, let it rock and let it roll!

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The Devil is in the Details

My father was a detail man.  He was a commercial artist, and his specialty was filling in the designs on the fabric of shirts, pants, diamonds, and just about anything else that was advertised.  I can’t imagine how he had the patience to do such a thing, but, perhaps it’s just that it was income, and you do what you can do.

So, I think I’ve started channeling my father, the detail man.

I really, really used to think detail was boring.  I would do drawing with large flat spaces, and details, as a touch.  After all, that’s what I was taught was good composition.

I’ve switched to loving detail.

And letting the details lead the story…..

 

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Can you find the kitten?

So, at that point, I took a loose idea…..and just let the detail flow.

As my drawing progressed, I realized I enjoyed detail. No longer boring, just put on some music and dance. Or, in this case, detail, detail, detail.

 

More recently, I’ve kept spaces for detail.

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Yes, I filled around each clover blossom on this.  I didn’t mind it.  A few  years ago, it would have driven me out of my already somewhat insane mind.

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A few years ago, this is when I really details really took off…or dragged me down to earth as the case may be.  I wanted to make my artwork more painterly, but I was fighting, tooth and nail, against the medium,

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However, the details started sneaking in. Thanks, Dad.

So, I’ve taken a new direction, in my work.  Let the details rule! Or rock and roll, if you prefer.

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My motto in life has become, “Let It Flow”, both in my dealings with life, and in my artwork.

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Moving right along….

It all started with my friend suggesting I do a picture of the door in this photograph:

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And so, because of my life experiences at the time…..it became a picture of a vacant living space, signifying the changes we all go through in life. I meant it to be sad, more of a winsome look at breaking with the past.

But this morning when I looked at it, I thought “Mon Dieu!” (pardon my French), that’s downright cheerful. Then I realized, the flip side of sad changes is new possibilities, and a much more healing way of thinking of change.

Just a note, this is the second time a song moved me enough to influence my work. The first was “Fields of Gold”, a Sting song, for which I produced this:

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This time, as a long time Paul Simon fan, I was struck by the song “Dazzling Blue”, so out the door into the unknown I chose to make the color a brilliant blue.

So, without anymore chit-chat, I present: “Moving”

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