Can you make something beautiful out of useless advertising? Yes you can. Depending on your definitions of “useless” and “beautiful”.
Many trees died so that I could create something weird and interesting for you to look at. Even though we have put a vacation stop on our newspaper, those flyers just keep on coming. I’ve always thought it would be a great idea to put a blue box at the front door with a sign on it requesting that all junk mail be deposited in it. This would save me a lot of time and angst and energy. And all those colourful glossy Christmas ads could be used to wrap presents.
Although I have never done either of those things, now I can say I have recycled some of that great mountain of advertising into my art.
Will I be doing this with actual garbage next? Well, probably not. I did discover that grocery flyers are made of extremely cheap paper and ink not meant to last. I guess that’s a good thing.
Considering my materials, I am very pleased with this end result and might even hang it up somewhere.
Could be an understatement to say this is mixed media, because I think I used everything within reach once I got going. It’s like cooking, where you start adding whatever strange thing is hanging around in the fridge or the cupboard to your concoction. Or perhaps that’s just me, and the reason why nothing ever turns out the same twice in a row.
In the beginning I was simply experimenting doing a face with gelatos. She was supposed to look sinister and mysterious and that stuff around her head was meant to be representative of hair. So much for that plan. I don’t know what the hell it represents now. These things just take on a life of their own. My muse has not so much a sense of the dramatic as a sense of humour.
We’ve had a couple of lovely cool cloudy rainy overcast days, but today the sun is back and the heat is on. Canada Day, with its celebrations and fireworks has come and gone for another year. And we’re off and running into July.
Make hay while the sun shines.
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.
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.
There’s been a long convoluted detour away from my original intent to draw lots of faces, so I steered myself back in that direction today with this sketch.
The woman who plays Phryne Fisher (Essie Davis) has beautiful deep-set eyes, incredible cheekbones and a perfect heart-shaped face. All of that makes her Dutch boy bob look like a million bucks. I wore my hair like this when I was six. I did not look this good. If you didn’t know that’s who this is supposed to be, that’s okay. It’s still an interesting face and worth the big charcoal mess I’ve made.
Feels like I’ve been on vacation for a week with all this Netflix watching. At least I’m feeling slightly less guilty about it now for having finished this.
And now I deserve another cup of coffee without any charcoal dust floating in it. Hope you’re having a fantastic Friday!