I can’t sit at my desk. Pumpkin is resting on my desk’s chair, so I took the laptop into the kitchen. I can’t disturb a resting cat, but I can disturb a computer. It’s also a good idea that I keep my laptop away from Pumpkin. He likes to sharpen his claws on the keyboard, and the keys go flying. My “P”, will never work right, now.
I’m about to unveil the picture I drew of my bratty cat, and as I said before, it’s different. I still don’t know if I like it, or whether on New Year’s, it will show up on my list of failures. Never Mind. Without further ado, “Resting in the Sunshine”.
Yes, indeed. Once was not enough. Actually, three times was not enough.
I’m amazed at artists who don’t get bored doing the same subject, or the same motif, without being bored. Not envious, mind you, just amazed.
Confession: I looked through my old drawings earlier and found a lot of repeat subjects. Lots of landscapes, skyscapes, cats, and empty chairs.
Speaking of empty chairs, Vincent Van Gogh managed to paint complete psychological portraits through still lifes incorporating an empty chair. What is so evocative, I keep being drawn to the same subject?
Of course, each is with a twist:
And so on…..
I’m about to do another chair…of course, with a twist.
So, I’ve settled into a comfortable routine with this drawing. Here’s a progress shot of a detail,
Here’s to show you…an image a long time ago, that I’m trying to improve upon. Light through the trees is not particularly a paradise image, but it is hopeful.
What do this kitten:
This old drawing of mine:
And this scene I photographed while visiting friends have in common?
I’m going to weave them all into a very complex drawing..something that’s been on my mind since I was young…but was always a little timid to try. So, there are going to be a few preliminary sketches on the way….here’s the first:
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.