So, here are the most recent little drawings:
You know what I’m thinking……….Just how many small pictures do I need to do a show? I already have plenty. Doing them is definitely disappointing too. I can’t sink my teeth in them as I can with the large drawing.
It’s like going into Costco, being handed a bite-sized piece of cake…and that’s it. You want the whole damn thing, and the only way to get it, is to buy it. It’s just that I want my cake and to eat it, too.
Thinking further, I’ve only done little mixed venues. In an art show, that’s limited to fine art/fine craft, maybe the larger pieces would sell, because the type of customer attending would be different.
So, I’m going back to the large cake, and eating it, too.
Okay, when I posted back some time ago, I was complaining about drawing foliage. This started a downward spiral to me hating doing artwork all together, and hating my finished drawings. I’d see ideas for artwork, but I’d shiver in disgust at the thought of drawing. So, I stopped for a while.
I don’t make a complete living from my art, so I have the luxury of doing that. Eventually, the green foliage started to take on an orangish color (I started noticing that at the end of July), and eventually…the green faded. It started looking interesting again. Finally, I passed by a field with loads of goldenrod blooming. I’m off drawing again.
So, it’s fall. While I do the work on this one, I’ll show you some of my past fall drawings. It’s also interesting to see how much my work has changed over the years.
Gee, scrolling through all my old drawings in my media library is like reading an old diary.
Okay, so, here’s a mostly made up landscape with crows. I think I managed to keep the horror movie aspect out of it.
So, back to thinking of things that are delightful in the dark and the cold. For instance, I think of the massive sky, that in other seasons, is hidden by and competing with glorious green trees and multi-colored flowers. So, that, and the bare bones of the dormant trees, are visible only now. I remember speaking with one woman, a photographer, who preferred winter trees for her art. She said she felt they were more “honest”. I’m still not sure what she meant by that, maybe she was searching for a word to describe something more complex. Perhaps she meant it, in the same way that a nude human is more authentic than a clothed person? Don’t know to this day. Whatever she meant, I have yet had a tree, in extravagant foliage, or otherwise, lie to me.
But for now, I’m doing little sketches on notecards, until I’m more confident for an idea. Thanks to my sister, more of the high quality paper I use is on the way, but I treat it like gold.
As I work on the crow picture, I’m reminded of Alfred Hitchcock and
“The Birds”. I’m doing a number of crow, flourishing of course, in a limited color palette. Now, how do I not make it look like this?
It’s unfair to crows, which are a dignified, intelligent species of bird.
To be fair, it’s not too hard to make a good picture of birds….I’ve done many in my life. An example is this…
And going back even further in time…
A Blast from my high school day
Happy New Year’s to Everyone. May you have a wonderful 2017. And tomorrow, in my longstanding tradition (of two years), I will present my worst drawing of 2016. Easy choice this time.
So, as I think about getting through the winter once again, I remind myself that certain species do very well in the cold, dark time of year.
It used to be that in Connecticut, there were all sorts of winter birds. There were titmice, chickadees, and lots of cardinals. I’m not sure where they are now, probably climate change has affected their migrations. They’re happily snuggled perhaps in Maine, where it really does get cold.
But what remains of birds? Plenty of crows. They’re around all year, and they’re stubborn.
So, I’m putting together in my mind, a drawing of my admiration of crows. I did a drawing of crows last year, but that was mostly incidental..this one I intend to be a full out celebration.
Speaking of crows, back in New York City…they give the pigeons a run for their money, too.
This drawing was “Making Peace with January”, from nearly two years ago. This year, the difference in my art is not the “Making Peace”, but joy to be found in the dismal.
Some people do, too.
There are probably other animals in the world who do, but this is a post about crows. And people.
Going back down memory lane, I have a few drawings that were metaphors for lifetime relationships.
As my boyfriend says, “I guess we’re stuck together”
Oh, yes, the Work-In-Progress of “Crows”
This is the finish of ‘White Tree’. True, not a name brimming with pizzazz and originality, but it is true. It’s also a winter themed drawing, that may end up as a Christmas card, next year, with a more imaginative title at that time.
And so, now what’s next?
Honestly, there are so many ideas that come to mind, having been exposed to this beautiful, new-to-me environment, that I have a bottle neck in my mind. Picture if you will, a computer trying to load down so much at once, that you end up with a blank screen, and a little circle going round and round and round and…..
Wait a moment? Wasn’t I saying something about crows?