It’s too hot to breathe. I am tucking the memory of these scorched summer days deep in my brain so I can pop them up for perusal next January.
See, that wasn’t really complaining, was it? And I drummed up sufficient ambition to complete this big canvas using my ripped up book as a base. Even though the temperature in my house has climbed to 26 and it feels like well over 30 outside.
The interesting thing about this mixed media piece is how the ink bled up through the white texture paste, so I just let it be. Happy accident, pulling the base colours up to the surface.
Anyway, it’s too hot to talk about it. I need more ice. And I would like to get back to watching a documentary about Nina Simone. It could never be too hot for that.
This is what happens when you take a photo in low light at the end of the day and your pencils cast shadows on the white page. As if you would ever wonder about that. Just saying, now you don’t have to.
This morning I went grocery shopping. On my return, I immediately made myself a very creamy cup of coffee with my stockpile of coffee cream. Running out of cream was more brutal than anticipated. This is how you learn how addicted you are to something. Shopping before coffee sure speeds up the process but doesn’t necessarily make it pleasant.
The day turned out to be very hot and I turned out to be very lethargic. But it finally cooled off enough for me to draw something once the light was more or less useless for art.
Considering how little time I spent on this, I’m very happy with it. My mind might change with the daylight.
This is the start of Canada Day long weekend! Flags are flying. Hope you have a good one.
“Don’t you know that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?”
― P.L. Travers, Mary Poppins
“Let us proceed under the assumption that the fairy folk do exist, and that I am not a gibbering moron.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl
Whoa, I’m on a roll with the quote thing. But I made no promises yesterday to stop, so there’s yet another broken rule.
Where do fairies take cover in a thunder storm? There are no kids here to ask, but I’m sure they must know. Amazing the things adults forget.
In this little work of art I was aiming for whimsy. And then it turned in to a sort of butterfly garden. With spider webs. And fairies tucked safely out of sight. I like that the colours are soft and hazy.
Cheers to us all on this fairy fine Thursday in June.
“The sky both exists and doesn’t exist. It has substance and at the same time doesn’t. And we merely accept that vast expanse and drink it in.”
― Haruki Murakami
Please feel free to take up the challenge of Three Quotes in Three Days. Thanks again to Laura Bruno Lilly for passing this challenge along to me.
How do you like the blues in that sky? Is that not a vast expanse worth drinking in? This is a phone photo taken in the spring through the front window of my car (don’t worry, I was parked). At first I couldn’t figure out why the top of the sky was such a vivid blue until I remembered with a forehead smack and an eye roll that there’s a blue tint at the top of my windshield. So there you go, a secret filter photo. If great photographers are not supposed to reveal their secrets, that’s why I’m not one of them.
Our weather has been up and down and all over the place this week. The sunny cheery blue sky suddenly grows menacing and dark, the wind comes up and the thunder grumbles and rolls. Rain falls in buckets or fine mists, but in such short bursts that if you turn away you might miss it. Then the sun comes back out to say “just kidding” until it’s warm enough again to turn the fans back on. Rewind and repeat. About four times a day.
I’ve been using this unpredictable weather as an excuse for not walking to the grocery store which is only a couple of blocks from my house because I would not like to get caught in the rain and struck by lightning. Even though I am out of coffee cream, which is pretty strong motivation. And driving there would be the height of slothful lackadaisicalness. Yes, that is a real word. It means unwillingness to get off your butt. Or out of your car to take a normal photo.
Hope your Wednesday is wonderful in a lackadaisical laid back way. I’ve had fun matching pictures to quotes! You should try it.
“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
Three Quotes in Three Days (see yesterdays post)
I nominate three people out there who would like to complete this challenge! You know who you are, even if I don’t! Yes, that was a very lazy way of getting out of actually naming people. No pressure here. But I do recommend this book. It’s wonderful and weird.
Hope you’re having an extraordinary summertime Tuesday.
“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. In the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.”
― Max Ehrmann
Thanks Laura Bruno Lily for this fun challenge – Three Quotes in Three Days. I not only accepted the challenge, but decided I would also play by the rules! Must be something in the air.
The rules of the challenge are:
1) Thank the person who nominated you.
2) Post a quote each day for 3 days.
3) Each day nominate 3 new bloggers to take part.
This is now your mission, if you choose to accept it. If you don’t, we will put it behind us and never speak of it again.
Eileen at Laughter: Carbonated Grace
Pam at Catching My Drift
Alice at coffee and a blank page
Here are some serious Saturday morning doodles. Inspiration comes from Jill at Jill’s Art Journal (My Head In The Clouds Part 1 and Part 2).
Started off last night with random watercolours on watercolour paper, a few ink spritzes, some salt, some alcohol….(on the paper, not consumed). Although consumed might have added something. I find wetting the paper on both sides keeps it from curling as it dries. But drying time is no doubt longer. Overnight works well.
This morning I sat down to doodle some space creatures and maps of imaginary continents.
And finally, because I don’t know when to stop, I tried out my new ink stamps on the boring blank bits and added a purple gelato border.
I had a job once as a receptionist at a woodworking place where I answered the phone and wrote up orders, processed time cards and looked after payroll. The other 95% of my time was spent doodling. It was either doodle or die of boredom. Anyway, I’d forgotten how easily amused I can be by my own ink scribbles on paper.
Just like Jill promised, this was fun! Why is being lost in the moment doing something relatively unimportant so damned much fun? One of life’s mysteries I guess. Have a doodle happy day.