Just in case you thought I might be slacking off in the creativity business, here’s number three in my nameless series of egg head girls. A lot of drying time is involved in the many layers. There’s more depth to this one and a cooler palette than the first two.
I hoped it would have more of an under water feel, but despite the seaweed hair it looks a little wintry instead.
W is having a rum (that’s like saying he’s breathing) so I am going to wash the paint off my hands and join him. Let’s just call it celebrating the end of a beautiful spring-ish kind of day.
Here is what appears to be the second piece in a series. If I get to number three I guess I’ll have to name it something.
Many years ago I purchased a book called House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. It is 700 plus pages of nightmare inducing insanity. There are many different fonts, margins are all over the place, some pages are blank, some are written sideways or upside down. It is filled with footnotes and appendices. Notice I’m not telling you what this novel is about. Frankly I’m not sure. However, it is the most perfect mishmash of pages ever to repurpose into art. I am not destroying a book, I am immortalizing it. And in the process, not making it any less difficult to read, really.
My process starts with ripping out pages, cutting them up, painting them both sides with a mixture of acrylic paint and matte varnish, and sticking them on a canvas. In a pleasing artistic fashion, or in a bizarre confusing mess. Or both. Then layers are added until it’s time to stop. That’s actually the hard part, telling myself, okay, this is good, leave it alone and walk away.
This daylight saving thing should not be screwing up my schedule since I don’t even have one anymore, but things like eating and sleeping have not been by the clock this week. I’m far behind in replying to comments and getting through e-mail and sometimes I watch crime shows first thing in the morning with my coffee.
There, that’s all the secrets you’re getting out of me today. I have a book to cut up. And that’s something I never thought I’d say.
If there is such a thing as a serious artist, I’m not it. If it feels like work, I don’t want to do it.
This was 1% work and 99% fun. I am in love with the colours.
Maybe I’m going through a phase or maybe I’m still feverish and delirious from a couple of days spent this side of miserable with a stuffed up head. Or maybe it was the other side of miserable. It was the bad side, anyway. I consoled myself by watching multitudinous episodes of Netflix crime shows, congratulating myself on not being a murder victim. See, there’s always somebody worse off.
It’s a beautiful sunny March weekend! Hope you’re having a good one.
I wonder if I should tell you how many times this portrait came close to being crumpled up and chucked. Halfway done I began to dislike her intensely.
But today I scrubbed her eyes out and redid them not so wide set, put her in a window and declared her finished.
Or maybe it’s me that’s finished.
I suppose being critical is a good thing and will make me better.
Well, now it is. Earlier I wasn’t so sure. It’s not every day you scrub somebody’s eyes out.
I’ve been admiring all the cut-and-paste collage type cityscape pictures on Pinterest, and this is my attempt at whatever the proper artistic description is for it.
There was going to be a moon in the sky with a face on it, but I found this cat, and there he is. Cats are notorious for popping up in all the wrong places and looking like they belong exactly where they are.
I have done something to my left foot which is causing a ridiculous amount of pain and making me hobble around whining and feeling sorry for myself. Google wisdom suggests ice, compression, elevation, rest, and better arch support in shoes. And as a last resort, go see your doctor. I have made appointments before for such things, only to have the symptoms disappear before I get there.
A tensor bandage isn’t doing much and last night the pain woke me up. On the bright side, I have an excuse for sitting around with my feet up all day. There’s always a bright side.
My inspiration for this composition came from a Pinterest pin. There’s no end to the ideas there, and I’ve pinned many. I’d have quite a collection of my own art work if I sat down more often and used them.
I’m loving the colours here. In my idea of a perfect world there would be predominantly reds and yellows during the day, and pinks and purples at night, with all other colours merely accents.
We are enjoying the most incredible weather for January today. Well above freezing and snow melting everywhere. W looked out the front window this morning and mused that perhaps winter was over. That was a pretty delusional observation. I’ll remind him of it when we’re in the middle of a blizzard in May.
But for now, time to bask in the sunshine.
Charcoal makes such a mess. I’m not sure what all I used here, because I have my drawing things all over the place and often mixed up, but within easy reach. So I tend to grab something and see what it does, and wonder about it later.
I do know this is on drawing paper, not sketch paper. And that I almost abandoned it half-finished because it wasn’t going the way I expected. Or fast enough to suit me. Because, you know, I’ve got a lot of Netflix to watch. But I walked away and returned to it later, realizing then that it likely wasn’t such a complete disaster after all.
What else is new? We had our wireless internet upgraded yesterday. To me there is no noticeable difference, but our monthly bill will change of course. And here’s the funny part. Our internet provider has called us every day for over a week to ask us if we would like to have our service upgraded. Sometimes they ask to speak to me, and sometimes to W. Both of us have been telling them every single time they call that we have already arranged to have this done. They called yesterday and we said it was being done. Today we told them it has been done for the love of gawd and to please stop calling us. Do none of these idiots ever talk to each other? Were they all given the same phone list as a joke? It’s not all that funny anymore.
Happy rainy day in January everybody! It’s a good day for sorting out pencils and ignoring the phone.
I wonder why I can’t see the things that are wrong with a drawing until I take a photograph of it. By that point I usually don’t care enough to go back and fix it up. Some of my fix ups have been disastrous, so I’m trying to learn to just leave well enough alone and try harder next time.
This one is all about the smirk. Or sucking on ice cubes, I can’t decide.
It’s still cold here. But it’s still January, isn’t it? The daylight is increasing in little leaps but no bounds yet. Soon the lack of sufficient lengths of it will no longer be a valid excuse for whatever you’re trying to get yourself out of, or merely put off, which in my case is painting something on a canvas. That’s two very awkward sentences in a row! Fix them up for me, would you?
It’s getting dark and I’m hungry. This has been the worst Art commentary ever. I’ll try harder next time.
My inspiration for this was our six-hour road trip home on Boxing Day, when there was nothing much to look at except trees and snow. And the strangest cloud bank I’ve ever seen. It was straight across the sky, beginning and ending abruptly with nothing interesting to say for itself.
I could have taken a blurry picture through a dirty car window, but I like how much less realistic this is. Let’s call it impressionistic, because that sounds like an artsy word. I might have thrown it out but my daughter saw it half-finished and said she liked it.
The reality of how boring it was put me to sleep. I think I’ve captured that very well.
This piece (of whatever you’d like to call it) was inspired by the pattern on the drawing paper. I’m the kind of person who sees faces in the bathroom tiles and on the whorly things on ceilings and floors.
I am especially enamoured of her bizarre hair. When I am famous and there is a book written about my art, this will be referred to as my “insane coloured charcoal” period.
Well that was fun. I’m thinking I should now do something serious, but also at the same time wondering what the hell for.
If you want to make a rather disgusting chalky black mess, charcoal is definitely the way to go. Look how sad this lady is. She is hoping her soulful eyes will draw your attention away from her dirty face and neck.
This drawing is actually black and white, but my photo makes it look sepia-like. Lately there is just not enough daylight in a day it seems to get anything done in natural light. So I will carry on in the dark.
Tomorrow I am putting the pencils away in favour of messing about in the kitchen. There are tart shells waiting to be filled with an astounding amount of glucose. And a ton of fudge in my future. If all goes well there will be pictures. If not, forget I said that.