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Questionable Quandary

Hurray for spell check!  Otherwise, I would have misspelled quandary. Thank God for the blessings of our digital world.  Some of those blessings I’m not so fond of, however.

But I digress.  This blog is about art, not the information age.

So, now the quandary.

My latest drawing came out very well, in my opinion.   Here it is:

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As I drew it, I had this flash of inspiration…..or not. I kept envisioning the drawing as this above.  Tendrils like roots surrounding  like a frame..  I don’t know, did I see something like this somewhere?  Am I unknowingly plagiarizing some artist’s work.  Also, is it something my father would have called “artsy craftsy”, his cleaned up version of “artsy fartsy”?  When I look at the small sketch I wonder if I like it better.

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If I had taken this, and drawn the foliage completely on the rectangle, would that have been better?  It’s what I envisioned originally, and gives the look of a miniature jungle.  Truth is, I like them both, but only time will tell which I prefer.

So, a couple of years ago, I was griping about how boring drawing foliage is.  No more!  After the grey dark winter (and the grey dark spring), bring on those leaves!  I will never complain about foliage, again.

The drawing that made me curse leaves and plants was this one.

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So, I guess for a few months at least, plants and foliage is the trend.   After all, plants and foliage is one of the reasons I left New York City for Connecticut.

So, what’s next?  I take photos of ideas I have, and the idea for the next drawing reminds me of this:

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After all, the grass is always greener in the next drawing.

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Missed the Boat…

Every so often, I do something that, to me, is unacceptable.  In other words I….fail. Usually I don’t redo the ones that miss the mark, but this time I will.

The featured picture is probably the best of the tries I made of this idea.  I did it when I was painting with acrylic, rhinestones and glitter.  I kind of miss doing that! I’m thinking of doing some more small ones, as a sideline.

Here’s another example.

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However, it didn’t quite do it.

Here’s another example:

PEEKINGTHROUGHAnd this.

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Yet another good drawing, but damned failure at what I was attempting to do.

THECAMPUSSo, there I go again.  Making the best of my failures (in my regular life, too.)  Maybe this time I will finally, finally get it!  Or maybe not.

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And Poof, it was gone

I’m talking about the post I just wrote, and lost.

Ah, well.  Facebook keeps reminding me that I haven’t posted in a while.  I apologize for my absence.  The truth is, I’ve run straight into a brick wall of an artist’s block. I’m as stuck as  a car in a muddy ditch.

This has happened before.  I’d lose the excitement of my work, and come up with some horrid pieces.  That’s exactly what has happened now.

I thought the change in seasons would revive me, but no.  It’s time to take a break and play around with other creative outlets.  But I’ll be back.  Ready to start fresh again.

So, in the meantime, I’m leaving you with a drawing I did many years ago, of a season like this….spring easing into summer.  It was a fruitful time artistically for me, going back many years to when I lived in Greenwich.  Goodbye, but only for a while.

Turn, Turn, Turn

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!

And Then It Dawned On Me

On nights when I’ve had trouble sleeping, I’ve stared out the window as morning approaches.  The sky looks peaceful and promising, not vibrant and bright as it does at sunset.  So, what makes a sunrise picture look different than a blazing sunset?

“Red sky at night,  sailors’ delight”

Red sky at morning, sailors take warning”

I’ve forgotten the scientific reason behind that little ditty, but it does answer my question.  I know now how to make a sunrise not look like a sunset.

Here’s a picture from a long time ago, which my good friend refers to as the “Psycho” house.  I can see what she means, but the windows were supposed to be reflecting the rising sun. Norman Bates doesn’t live there.

So, pastel greens instead of bright oranges and pinks make a sunrise.    Here’s a dawn from not too long ago:

It Sort of Makes Sense

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.

 

The Seasons Changed, and So Did I

Okay, when I posted back some time ago, I was complaining about drawing foliage.  This started a downward spiral to me hating doing artwork all together, and hating my finished drawings.  I’d see ideas for artwork, but I’d shiver in disgust at the thought of drawing. So, I stopped for a while.

I don’t make a complete living from my art, so I have the luxury of doing that.  Eventually, the green foliage started to take on an orangish color (I started noticing that at the end of July), and eventually…the green faded.  It started looking interesting again.  Finally, I passed by a field with loads of goldenrod blooming.  I’m off drawing again.

So, it’s fall.  While I do the work on this one, I’ll show you some of my past fall drawings.  It’s also interesting to see how much my work has changed over the years.

 

Gee, scrolling through all my old drawings in my media library is like reading an old diary.