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Welcome!

Whoop,there it is

Sometimes, I think an alter ego sneaks into my pencil box. I find I do something that doesn’t resemble the rest of my at all.

Channeling maybe? I try not to think much about it.

Anyway

I don’t know how well this drawing shows up, so here it is again

Welcome

It reminds me of a children’s book illustration. In context, that’s not bad,really.

Easter bunnies and jelly beans

I realize I have done my share of fantasy drawings.

I really meant for it to turn out like this :

Spring on Park Avenue

Ooops, there it is

For my latest trick

I decided, for the heck of it, to do some networking on Linkedin.  I’m not really sure how to go about it, but I seem to have connected with a lot of other artists there.  For those of you out there who are interesting in networking with others out there, and youre not living in an Artist Mecca, Linkin seems like a good option.  It’s an experiment for me, and I’ll keep you posted.

But back to artwork.

I’m working on something that is supposed to come out as a bigger version of this;

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Right now, it seems to be a work that is either going to be very good, or very bad………I hope for now I don’t waste a lot of time on something miserable.

I don’t have a lot of time these days, especially today!  We lose an hour tonight….Daylight Savings Time comes overnight.

My day job has been very busy, very unexpectedly.  The coronavirus is finally coming to Connecticut.  I work at a food store, the place is mobbed with people stocking up on food, sanitation products, and water.

I do wonder about the man who stocked up on five jars of mustard.  Does he really think he’s going to need that much during a quarantine?  Or does he just buy that amount anyway?

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That’s meant to be “Fading Morning Start”, my spellcheck failed me.

So, as a result of this pandemic, I don’t have a lot of time for my art..which is really a petty thing to think about under the circumstances.

So, here are some cheerful pictures to blow the blues away.

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Stay healthy everybody……wash your hands a lot.

Be well

Selling in

Bummerooni? Is there such a word? Of course, the root of this word is “bummer “. I think it originated with the description of a bad LSD trip.

Somehow, the term “bummer ” has survived. I suppose there is nothing that is quite as accurately descriptive.

So,something I consider a bummer in my life, was the low point in my art career (such as it is) was when I ranted about how unfair the art world is.

Birds! Again!

Also was the rant “I want to sell out, but no one is buying”.

So,I guess the opposite of selling out, is selling in.

Any way, I was unsuccessful selling out. Might as well sell in,or

Can’t think of anything more descriptive

Can’t Complain

Wouldn’t help anything if I did…

So, as I pointed out, I’ve come to a milestone 10 years….I’m not running out of ideas for the blog, but no so much artwork.

Here’s a recap of the blog so far:
I’ve complained about how dreary winter is:

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I’ve complained about Autumn being the entry to the cold, bleak winter:

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I’ve complained about summer foliage being repetitive and boring to draw:

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I’ve complained about missing the country while living in the city:

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I’ve complained about missing the city while I live in the country

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I’ve even had the nerve to complain about flowers and rainbows:

FLORAL OVERLOAD, BY ROXANNE BALDWIN

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So, as you can tell, I’ve run out of things to complain about.  Therefore, I can’t complain.

I’m going to concentrate of my artwork, until the desire to complain comes back….which could be next week, for all I know.

Until then, meow for now.

 

Back to back

As I went to renew my plan for this blog, I was reminded that I started this blog in 2010. How the hell did that happen?

I do remember some early years of ranting against the unfairness of the art world.

Where the hell was I in 2010? New York city, of course, living the dream.

Living the dream? I was actually working in the gift shop of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  More like living the nightmare.

These are some examples of the art I was doing in those days.

I look back at my work and think what I did in the past was better work.

A good friend of mine commented that I was just in a different place then.  True, both literally and figuratively.

It was a journey from Connecticut.

To Manhattan


To Sunnyside Queens

And back to Connecticut.

Also, I realize that I don’t remember what I have said in the past, and what I haven’t.  So, if I start to repeat myself, bear with me and have patience.  10 years is a long time.

Taking a second look

So,it’s kind of like this…and I am sure that all of you go through this, no matter what you do….

Finding something that you discarded as totally, totally awful, then deciding it’s not so bad.

As is the case with this.

See,I hated the damn thing so much that I didn’t delicately trim it.

Looking back on it,I realize I like it. It accomplishes what I intended it to do…looking at the dawn, blurry eyed, with a half drunk cup of very strong coffee in my hand.

Okay now, back to the present.

Since, as you recall, I had no patience, jumped the shark, or both, in terms of ideas for full size winter drawings.

So,the natural thing is to do little winter drawings for holiday cards. I did so many that I photographed them in groups.

Then,I jumped the shark on that project. As you may have noticed, I love the term “jump the shark “.

So,the cards are the ones on hold for now.

I have a fresh batch of paper, an idea, and I am ready to hit the road.

Speaking of second looks, here’s one that I declared was my “worst of the year “,I forgot how long ago.

Of course it goes the other way, too. Some pieces that I was sure were masterpieces, on second look, stink like moldy salami.

What’s your sign, Babe?

For those of you who weren’t around in the 1960’s, or weren’t paying attention, astrology was a big thing.  At parties, in classrooms, on jobs, “What’s your sign?”, was the big question…yeah, pretty lame, but it was a good icebreaker.

For those of you who are interested, I’m a Pisces.

For those of you who are really, really interested, I’m a Pisces Sun, Gemini Rising, Moon in Capricorn.

Conversationally speaking, of course….

But signs are sometimes signatures…….you knew I was going somewhere with this, didn’t you?

There’s a website I used to follow which had a business section.  People seriously had questions about signing art.

Like, where do I sign the painting? (My answer: Anyplace your little heart desires, sweetie)

Can I just use my first name? (Not unless you’re Van Gogh)

What color should I make it? (Any color you want.  Please, no chartreuse on lavender)

Yeah, I decided it was a better use of my time to make artwork, than perusing artist chat boards.

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My signatures have evolved over time.  This is what my father would say was my “Artsy Craftsy” signature.  I realize that my signature really dates the artwork.  Speaking of dating artwork, you can legally copyright your work by signing it, putting in the date with a @.  Yes, but no one will want to buy anything because they perceive it as old.

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Yeah, I went through a time when I just wanted to sign my work “Roxy”.

 

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Then I came to a place where I boldly declared that yes, this is my name.

Then I went through a period of time when I didn’t sign my work.  Like calling a picture “Untitled”, it was  just plain laziness on my part.

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Then I got around to hiding my signature.  Just happened somehow.

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So, back to the soap opera…..

When we last saw Roxanne, she was flipped out about the greeting card she had designed.  It reminded her of this;

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So, she decided to redo this less than perfect one, above.

To this:

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Clearly and proudly signed!