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.
While I’ve been waiting for the grey, rainy weather to dissipate, I’ve been bored out of my mind, hell! I’ve been wanting to draw plein aire outside, but it’s been too wet. Sun is out today, but the grass I would sit in is wet. So, sigh, I must find something else to occupy my time.
So, I’ve had this idea for a while, to integrate prints from my pictures, along with acrylic paint, on useful objects. I started with this, which is actually a real drawing with paint, on a trivet.
If you recognize this kitten, which you might….it’s a sketch for this drawing:
So, I’ve found something useful to do on off days. We’ll see where it takes me.
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.
This winter has been devoted to greeting cards, and gifts. With my lack of energy in the winter, I’ve had a hard time being able to tackle much in the way of creative work. Part of my brain hibernates, I swear, and lies dormant until March.
Looking at my previous winter’s output, there a lot of drawings I’m not proud of. A waste of time and materials.
I also have another type of work I like to do. I’m thinking of combining decals of my good, spring, summer and fall work, with the elements of Danbury rocks…and make objet’s d’arte. Also, do the same with functional items…sorry of a Roxanne’s Shabby Chic. So, I have plans not to waste another winter…..
And as we have this March blizzard outside, I feel more content and inspired than I have f0r months.
As I start this drawing, I’m reminded of the words my teachers would say to me. “Don’t draw every leaf. Make a pattern of the light and shadow of the foliage, and just give a hint of texture”. Okay, yes, that makes for wonderful landscapes. However, what if I do want to draw every blessed leaf?
In abstract art, people often talk about it being the process, not the result. It’s a cliche, and as I always am aware, words become cliches because there is truth to them. Even very naturalistic artists talk about being in the zone, where there is nothing but the artwork and themselves.
Which brings me back to Zentangles….yes, you remember me talking about Zentangles. The “zen” part of it, relates to the state of consciousness that you get when you concentrate on a repetitious task. So, considering the process, and the state of mind in the zone, I damned well am going to draw every leaf.
Case in point, this drawing I did when I was approximately half the age I am now. I took my teachers’s advice on the trees, but the grass? I drew every blade, and I don’t regret it. It was relaxing, and on top of it, I discovered I could make the grass in a pattern that complemented the composition. Yes, it was all very Zen.