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Deep in the Heart of Connecticut

Yup, I’m in Connecticut.  Soon, I hope to make my artistic debut (or return) in Danbury.  A possible show at the Danbury Library is in the works.

Speaking of Connecticut, shout out to the video class of Western Connecticut State University.  My boyfriend, who reminds me of Rodney Dangerfield in “Back to School”, took me to a party where they showed the videos produced by the students.  In one video, a character equates Connecticut with Hell.  True, as with all states, there are some less desirable places.  I don’t think, though,that the writer of the script has seen much of the seedier sides of New York City.

Back to art,though…I’ll keep you posted on the show.  In the meantime, I present my latest drawing, “Moonlit”.  It’s another empty chair drawing.  Yay.

 

I’m about to do it, again.

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.

What about it, Roxy, are you still a genius?

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Somebody put this on my Facebook newsfeed.  Could go for my art career as well.  My plan was to be a successful, famous artist by the time I was 25.  Yeah, right.  In  a world where feces in a can is art, I didn’t stand a chance.  Not to mention,that if I had made it that young, I would not been emotionally stable enough to handle it.  I like it now, I’m drawing what I like, and I have people who like what I do.  Peace…

Although at my high school reunion I was confronted by a classmate who said to me: “I always th0ught you were a genius.  What about it, Roxy, are you still a genius? ”

How do you answer something like that.

A couple of months later, the same classmate walked, by chance, into the store where I do my day job.  There I was in my apron and duster…..

Oh,well.

So, I”ve finished this drawing, still not sure of the title.

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When I look at it, I realize I’ve come a long way since when I resumed drawing in colored pencil a few years ago….compared to a “A Step Up”, both the finished version and the sketch.  The sketch:

 

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A Day in the Life, and a Work in Progress

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.

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Also, I don’t like ‘Fourth of July’ as a title.  So, I’m open to suggestions for a better name….

Perspective is a Bitch!

I always thought by the time I got to this stage of my life as an artist, perspective would be a breeze……yeah, right.  The photo wasn’t clear, and it never occurs to me to actually LOOK at the porch across the street to see how the lines go to the vanishing point.  So, my absence has been due to my struggling with this:

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Once an art teacher challenged me to draw the perspective on a spiral staircase.  Masochist that I was at 16, I actually tried.

 

So,  I keep saying I want to do artwork that heals and relieves suffering.  By the time I get done with this, I’ll be in need of some real healing myself!

Monday Morning coming down…

Happy New Week, my friends

Here’s the sketch for this picture that I don’t have a title for yet.  You can get an idea of the whole lost and found lines and color blocks.  I may get a chance to work on the large version today, but like most people….today I go to my day job.  I’ll be taking the late shift, so I have the morning.Scan_20140706 (3)

In my last post, I mentioned “A Step Up” as one of my failures.  I realize I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.  It was the first colored pencil drawing after having a respite of several years.  I hadn’t figured out exactly the direction I wanted to take in my work at that point.  So, for those of you who haven’t seen it:091

Goes to show what time and work can do.

But if I May Repeat Myself….

Coupla things…..

I went fulltime at my day job.  The idea was to have income while I worked on my art, and advanced my career.  As it turns out, the less spare time I have,the more I value it, the more I get things done. So, welcome me to the rat race my friends..

Also, I’m back in my old neighborhood where inspiration abounds.  Tenants moved into an apartment that had been vacant for years.  So, I looked out the window and saw this;

 

 

 

It’s a bit like “Louie’s Spot”, but then, artists do repeat themes.  So, I guess I can too.  After all, how many naked women did Picasso paint?

 

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It also reminds me of “A Step Up”, which is somewhere in a back post under a retrospective of my failures.

Anyway,it’s just screaming vigniette.

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Also, remember “Scraggly Weed”?  I was unhappy to see it cut down….but the stubborn plant is making a resurrection.

 

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Also realizing that WordPress has changed things a lot.  Once again, I have to learn how to use it.  I don’t have a clue.