It’s still wintry around here. We had the bomb cyclone yesterday, gray skies today. No daffodils. No forsythia. No crocus. Spring is not in a hurry to get here.
So, paper is on order and I worked on the cloudy day drawing I originally intended.
So, is it moody…or is it just plain depressing. I’m going to give it a rest, while you give it some thought.
Here’s “Cloudy Day in the Park”
Spring moves by so fast, I wanted to get a jump on it. The problem is, by the time I’ve managed to do a drawing of one stage of the season, spring is almost gone! So, by the time I do a daffodil picture, the lilacs are already gone…
My mother one year, greeted spring with a painting of a crocus breaking through the dead leaves. It was good, and very appropriate, however that was her image. I decided to do this, instead:
First I took this photo. It’s the door to the office of the Pastor of the church my friend goes to.
Then.later that year, I drew this Christmas card…
Then, watercolor sample, I painted this….
Do you see where I’m going with this?
I have a routine to keep track of the approach of spring. It’s a habit that keeps me going through the dullest months of winter. It starts with the winter solstice, when though at the season’s darkest, the light begins to return. Then it gets involved with more popular events…….Superbowl Sunday, Mardi Gras and my favorite, the start of baseball spring training.
I can see that spring is nearly here now.
So, in tribute to Autumn coming – hard to tell with the summer weather we’ve been having-I did this drawing, “September Field”.
I’ve always been attracted to drawing landscapes, and now I realize why. Landscapes capture moods in complex way. I’m not talking something simple like a sunny day being happy. I’m talking about the subtleties of mood, what I believe Jung referred to as “feeling tone”, when talking about dreams. Or some famous psychiatrist did, perhaps one of you knows.
Speaking of dreams, I’ve had this recurring one, in which my work is recognized and in a gallery, but it’s old work of mine, in a style in which I no longer work. This gives a glimpse at the old style. Perhaps the dream is telling me to go back in time.
So, what now? I’m running out of paper, now, and I’m broke. It also just so happens that the winter holidays are right around the corner. I guess it’s time to start making greeting cards.
I’ve actually found something that’s more tedious than drawing a lot of dots….drawing around a lot of dots. The dots in question are meant to be clover, and the around, grass.
It’s a shame I had to throw out so much of my old artwork. No space, no time to move it. There are some pieces I miss especially. One of them was a drawing of trees on a lake, but in such colors that it reminded you of a cloudy day. A moody, cloudy day.
As well as the Japanese paintings that my sister described as a rainy countryside, I find I have another association with clouds and rain. It’s what I expect England to be like. I’ve never been there, but I know the type of weather she’s famous for. Indeed, the literature that I’ve read, set in England, is made more romantic by the moody mist. I see King Arthur and Robin Hood, going through landscapes of green and gray.
So, finally I have duplicated the feeling of the old drawing I lost in time. Cloudiness and romance together as a serendipitous combination. Here goes:
So, I’ve finished the piece, “Wild Strawberries”, with all the dot, dot, dots. I’m getting very sleepy. Maybe it had something to do with Pumpkin meowing at 4:00 am, last night…or maybe the repetitive work of filling in a background in minute detail will tire a person out. Probably, both are true.
This drawing reminds me of a dream I once had. That’s probably why I stuck with the drawing as I did. Speaking of dreams, have you ever heard a song in your dream before you heard it anywhere in real life? Everyone tells me it’s my imagination. I thing there are things in all people’s lives that just can’t be explained.