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Speaking of Bob Ross…

As I was working on “Sunday’s Stream of Consciousness”, Dearly Beloved looked at it, and said “You’re no Bob Ross”.  I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, good or bad.  Turns out he meant my trees are not happy, although they do have friends….

So, here it is, a drawing done nearly spontaneously with not a lot of prior planning.  A stream of creatively, maybe, not consciousness, but a stream none the less.

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So, now I’ve used my more precious than gold paper. Until I have money to restock it, I’ll be doing some note cards.  See you soon!

Oh NO! It’s Only 2 O’Clock!

Boy, Sundays can sure drag.  As I wait for Monday, so I can resume my job search, the minutes pass by slowly.

I have but one piece of good paper left to do a drawing on.  So, it had better be good. So, here’s the story:

Last winter, I went for a walk with some friends in a bit of a wilderness area.  Took a picture of what I thought would make a good drawing. Looking at it again, I decided it would make a good piece of artwork..that is, if you’re Bob Ross.  Not to undermine anyone’s admiration of the man, he was a good soul, however, I’m not a big fan of his work.

Back to the story.  I decided to do a small sketch of the scene, to see if I could be excited about it enough to use my precious last sheet of paper.  Even after doing that, I was undecided as to whether I could come up with anything original from it.

So, I showed it to my friend Peggy.  She came up with the title for it, “Sunday’s Stream of Consciousness” Wow.  With a title like that, how could I decide to discard the idea?  Now, if only I could come up with a visual angle to live up to that elegant name.

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Words Fail Me

I’ve been working on a drawing.  First version, I tried to do completely from imagination, and that turned out to be doomed to the trash can.  I should know better by now, that I need good reference pictures to do something believable.

Then, good references in hand, I redid the drawing.  This time, I was satisfied with it, but when it came to writing this blog, I couldn’t think of anything to say.  Yes, that can actually happen!  I was at a loss for words.

Flashback to my short-lived, day job of last month.  Everyone was thrilled about the Super Moon in December.  As I stood in below freezing weather, waiting a half hour to the bus, I would gaze to the east.  There was the Super Moon, on the horizon.  The sky was pink like the inside of a seashell.  So, impressed that I was, I decided to draw it.

And that’s that.  No metaphor comes to mind for it.  I can’t think of anything to say, except “This scene was pretty so I drew it”.  Those are the only words for it.

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It Was a Nice Idea, While it Lasted

Having a shortage of paper, and a shortage of energy, I decided the best way to keep up with my art, was to do little handmade notecards…much as I did holiday cards for the Winter Boutique.  Something that I could maybe sell for $5 easily at a later show of some sort.  Just relaxing, fun easy drawing, sketching and coloring.  That’s what I thought.

Yeah, right. I did one, promptly misplaced it.  Then, having been wowed by the Supermoon last month as I left my day job, I did another little card.  I thought, well maybe that would be good for a full size drawing.  That was it, I jinxed myself.  I could not think of another fun, playful idea to put on a notecard.  The well of ideas just dried up.

I kept returning to the Supermoon.  So, I guess, I’m destined to make a large drawing based on this little notecard.

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Richness in the Spartan

Okay, so, here’s a mostly made up landscape with crows.  I think I managed to keep the horror movie aspect out of it.

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So, back to thinking of things that are delightful in the dark and the cold.  For instance, I think of the massive sky, that in other seasons, is hidden by and competing with glorious green trees and multi-colored flowers.  So, that, and the bare bones of the dormant trees, are visible only now.  I remember speaking with one woman, a photographer, who preferred winter trees for her art.  She said she felt they were more “honest”.  I’m still not sure what she meant by that, maybe she was searching for a word to describe something more complex.  Perhaps she  meant it, in the same way that a nude human is more authentic than a clothed person?  Don’t know to this day.  Whatever she meant, I have yet had a tree, in extravagant foliage, or otherwise, lie to me.

But for now, I’m doing little sketches on notecards, until I’m more confident for an idea.  Thanks to my sister, more of the high quality paper I use is on the way, but I treat it like gold.

 

The Bird is the Word…

As I work on the crow picture, I’m reminded of Alfred Hitchcock and
“The Birds”.  I’m doing a number of crow, flourishing of course, in a limited color palette.  Now, how do I not make it look like this?

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It’s unfair to crows, which are a dignified, intelligent species of bird.

To be fair, it’s not too hard to make a good picture of birds….I’ve done many in my life.  An example is this…IMG_0148.jpg

And going back even further in time…

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A Blast from my high school day

Anyway.

Happy New Year’s to Everyone.  May you have a wonderful 2017.  And tomorrow, in my longstanding tradition (of two years), I will present my worst drawing of 2016.  Easy choice this time.

Flourishing, not Surving

So, as I think about getting through the winter once again, I remind myself that certain species do very well in the cold, dark time of year.

It used to be that in Connecticut, there were all sorts of winter birds.  There were titmice, chickadees, and lots of cardinals.  I’m not sure where they are now, probably climate change has affected their migrations.  They’re happily snuggled perhaps in Maine, where it really does get cold.

But what remains of birds?  Plenty of crows.  They’re around all year, and they’re stubborn.

So, I’m putting together in my mind, a drawing of my admiration of crows.  I did a drawing of crows last year, but that was mostly incidental..this one I intend to be a full out celebration.

Speaking of crows, back in New York City…they give the pigeons a run for their money, too.

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This drawing was “Making Peace with January”, from nearly two years ago. This year, the difference in my art is not the “Making Peace”, but joy to be found in the dismal.