I’m really looking forward to Spring. I probably said that last year, and the year before…..but it bears repeating. C’mon Spring.
I thought about it and I miss doing art fairs. I managed to score a white tent on Ebay, and as time goes on find creatively inexpensive display items. i finally found a niche for a product that actually sells! Hand drawn greeting cards. I intended to start with an autumn holiday show, but I saw an opportunity for a show on Mothers Day.
I started out doing winter seasonal cards, but have now switched over to spring/flower imagery. The drawing above is a new example. Im a little rusty doing flowers. Ive got to get back up to speed.
So,it may be a month early, but in my studio, it’s already Spring!
It’s Imbolc for Pagans, and Groundhog day for the rest. It’s the day that early signs of spring are celebrated..the beginning of the end of the long winter.
My cast is off, and I’m on to physical therapy. I can nearly write, which means I can nearly draw. I’m typing normally again, in other words…badly.
This also means, the time to start approaching galleries is almost here again. I did a lot of research on galleries in the area, and in true Baldwin style, lost it. Big redo coming up.
Happy Imbolc, everyone!
There was a song big in the sixties, during the folk music era. The lyric went something like this;
To everything, turn turn turn…there is a season, turn turn turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
Some of you, I know, remember this song. Some of you, will remember it because your parents played it. I think it was made popular by Peter, Paul and Mary, but I’m to lazy to Google it to be sure.
For me, the season has been spring, but the purpose of the time wasn’t art. I had family issues, a new job that turned into a horror show, and all sorts of sundry events and mishaps that life takes from time to time.
And so, finally, I can turn, turn, turn back to my artwork!
So, in the time that I so looked forward to, spring, I’m stuck with a stubborn case of artist’s block. You’d think, with all the time off I’ve had, I’d be fruitful as fruitflies. I’ve made attempts, but nothing that I’m excited about..at least excited enough to do the hard work behind doing a drawing. I’m left wondering WTH happened, and what do I do now.
Then, gazing at the beautiful spring day, I realized, not only is spring beautiful, it’s also pretty. It’s the type of pretty that brings out the cliches in everyone. Doing something original is about impossible, with all these darn flowers everywhere!
20 x16 inch image. Lightfast colored pencil on archival cotton rag paper.
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:
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.
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”.