Since I drew a picture of a cat. I call myself a cat lover? Ha! When I’ve neglected to draw one in over a year?
So, I’ve done one. I’m just not sure of it….it’s different. So, I’m holding onto it for a review in the morning. Don’t know if I like or not, because…it’s different.
A while back I did a drawing of my cat Pumpkin. It’s okay, but I started drawing from my imagination, rather than look at what I was drawing, and work from that. I ended up with something which looks more like an illustration in a children’s book, than anything else.
For those of you who are cat lovers, and I know many of you are..just a sad note. Pumpkin has been diagnosed with feline leukemia. He won’t be with us for more than a couple of years. All those years as a street cat, in street fights, took their toll.
I said I was eager to get back to the rainbow drawing. As soon as I was finished with the pet portrait, I got right back on it. It looks, still, quite a bit like the smaller version, but I drew the rainbow in with a lot of white space, a la impressionism, to give it a feeling of light. I had more fun with the clouds, too. Although, still not realistic, they are tempestuous.
I realized in looking at rainbows since, they do mark a clearing. So, I pulled in some incoming yellow light underneath it. So, Dorothy, you want to go “Over the Rainbow”? Not me, that’s where the clouds are.
The idea for this drawing came to me as I passed through a forgotten railroad station on the way to Brewster, NY. So, going back to its origins, I’ve named this piece, Rainbow Over the Tracks.
Finally, I think I’ve gotten it out of my system.
I actually miss Manhattan. Unfortunately, there was no magic way to teleport from Queens to Manhattan, and vice versa, so I was stuck, along with millions of others…with the subway. I’ve seen some beautiful artwork romanticizing the subway, but it’s not a romantic memory to me.
But yes, I do miss Manhattan. It’s the part of New York that songs are written about, movies are filmed in and life is as glamorous as it sounds. The only way I would move back to New York, is if I could live in a comfortable home in Manhattan, but that takes lots of money and lots of luck.
So, you may wonder, what brought this up now? It’s autumn, and it’s the time when I remember the sycamore tree out front shedding its leaves, and revealing the beautiful Manhattan Skyline. So, here’s a memory of those times: