On nights when I’ve had trouble sleeping, I’ve stared out the window as morning approaches. The sky looks peaceful and promising, not vibrant and bright as it does at sunset. So, what makes a sunrise picture look different than a blazing sunset?
“Red sky at night, sailors’ delight”
Red sky at morning, sailors take warning”
I’ve forgotten the scientific reason behind that little ditty, but it does answer my question. I know now how to make a sunrise not look like a sunset.
Here’s a picture from a long time ago, which my good friend refers to as the “Psycho” house. I can see what she means, but the windows were supposed to be reflecting the rising sun. Norman Bates doesn’t live there.
So, pastel greens instead of bright oranges and pinks make a sunrise. Here’s a dawn from not too long ago:
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?
I know I must sound like a broken record, referring to healing art. Simply put, when a person is down and miserable, I want to supply an antidote. My work is unabashedly feel-good, joyous and happy. Making it brings me out of a chronic depression….I hope viewing it makes you happier, too.
So, be it. If you feel that art must be about suffering..sometimes, finding what gives you serenity and joy is how to express suffering.
So, I promised some flashbacks…these are works from a while ago, but since I have some newcomers to my work, I welcome you to earlier parts of my artistic journey. For those of you already familiar with them….I hope you are not bored, and can get enjoyment from them again. Here goes:
And of course some cake! Nobody should be without cake.
WordPress is not as insistent as Facebook at least, which reminds me EVERY DAY, how long it is since I’ve posted. So, thanks for being patient, WordPress, and thanks to my followers, too.
There’s a good reason why I haven’t posted. I haven’t done any artwork, except a version of the couple dancing, which will be shown on the worst of 2015, on New Year’s Eve 2016. Believe me, it belongs there.
I will rework it, but I have no art materials. The reason is, when you have no money, you can’t buy art materials. And the final reason you don’t have money is that you have left your job, without one in the works to go to.
I am employed again now, so art supplies are on order.
So, some oldies but goodies, in the meantime.
Damn! This is the first day off from work I’ve had in seven days. I had forgotten how precious free time is when you work full time.
Most important thing done today, laundry. Honestly, I couldn’t have gone any longer without washing clothes, unless I turned them inside out and wore them that way. As it was, I was thanking God, Jesus, Buddha, whoever and whatever that the dress code for my job is all black, and that I have to wear a large apron which covers the shiny coffee spill spots. So, done. In the song, “Sunday Morning Coming Down”, Kris Kristoferson sang about “putting on my cleanest dirty shirt. So it has been. So, now I don’t have to worry about it for how many months?
But the good part of the day is I got to work on this drawing. Here’s a work in progress shot. Since I really want to highlight the center of the porch, I may not go much further with this.
Also, I don’t like ‘Fourth of July’ as a title. So, I’m open to suggestions for a better name….
I’ve started work on the large “Freedom Tower”, but so far, don’t really have enough to show a work in progress.
So here’s something I did a little earlier. It’s one of the Paradise series. It’s an interior, for I know some for some people, paradise is their own home. That is, especially if it is beautiful. I would have copied one of the photos of the Plaza Condos, but that would be a copyright issue.
I never really had a beautiful home. My childhood home was a fixer-upper my parents bought while their income was generous. Then my father lost his biggest client, and my parents’ financial situation tumbled. The fixer-upper never got fixed up, and with no money to repair the house as other things fell apart. It fell into terrible disrepair.
I probably should have been grateful just to have a roof over my head, but I was ashamed of the house. As I grew older, I saw other houses in equal disrepair, but in those days, I felt very alone. I was not allowed to invite friends over. I felt embarrassed whenever anyone came to the door.
As I became older, and had my own places, I care less. I still don’t live in a Plaza Suite. My house is cluttered with art supplies and electronics belonging to my partner, but it’s home. And I’m not embarrassed anymore.
I don’t have a title for this yet. It has kind of a children’s book feel to it, I think because I made it up almost entirely.