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For an Encore….Presenting, MUD!

The gathering I went to, and snapped the mud picture, was in a beautiful reserve in Kansas.  It was easy to think of spirits and sprites inhabiting the landscape.  Nature spirits?  I believe they’re Dryads, I may be wrong.  Anyway, that was my association, back there on that day in very early fall.  So, in the abstract vacant areas of the mud, I hid nature spirits.

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So, now I’ve reached the bottom of my well for current ideas to draw.  So, until that is replenished, as it always eventually is, I will be working small and drawing still lifes. It’s not as boring as it seems, you can put anything in a still life…it doesn’t have to be just fruit and flowers.

Presenting: MUD!

I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday, whichever you celebrate. I’m sending good thoughts for everyone for a wonderful 2016.  I’ll be presenting my worst of the year,soon, and it may include THIS:

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That’s mud alright, in it’s basic boring form.  When I took the photo, I was intrigued by the sculptural quality of the leaves, and the contrasting texture of the wet soil.  Somehow, all this didn’t translate well into the drawing, so damn, damn, damn!  All I can say is damn.

Anyway, I’m left with the question, due I pursue this more carefully in a full sized version?  I do have an idea that might make it sing, and since I have no other idea giving me blinding inspiration at the moment….if I want to keep my drawing routine up, I guess I do.

So, hopefully, I’ll have an update by New Years Eve.

A Good Friend Will Never Ask,

“Why are you taking pictures of mud?”

At the gathering I went to last year in Kansas, my good friend didn’t ask me that when she saw me photographing this:

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She did look at me quizzically however.  The reason?  To do a better drawing of mud, of course.  Black and white sketch below.

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I had a vision for a drawing, actually a series of drawings back last September while I was in Kansas.  Maybe it was the atmosphere of the gathering versus ordinary life, but that idea doesn’t sing to me anymore.  I have gotten to the point where I’m bringing out my store of ideas to work on, just so I’m working on something, because no idea is singing to me right now.