Or maybe I should say “art du réveillon de Nouvel an,” which might mean New Year’s Eve art in French, but to be safe, don’t quote me. These are footprint pictures I did for one of K and C’s bathrooms for Christmas, because my son admired the ones hanging in mine that I did for myself. Don’t ever admire something in my house unless you really mean it.
The photo was taken at night in not very bright light, so the colours are a little weird, but there’s never a lot of natural light in bathrooms anyway so maybe this is what they’ll look like, except less blurry. Also I think they would look better hung side by side.
Okay! My year in review!
Ha ha, sorry to scare you, I’m just kidding. I survived it and that’s what counts. If I don’t feel like looking backwards at the things I lived through, I can’t imagine why anyone else would want to. My life is just not that damned interesting. Onward and upward to another new start on the road paved with good intentions. That doesn’t always lead to hell, does it?
Whatever. I have a plan. It may sound as if it’s made up of very vague resolutions. Because it is.
- Try to blog something every day, even if it’s just a picture or a quote or a weather report. And once you are disciplined enough to do that, hopefully some of your posts will turn into something better.
- Share your world fifty-two times!
- Use your page-a-day calendars for inspiration!
- Answer some WordPress prompts! Maybe lay off the exclamation marks!
- Creating art every day is a pretty lofty goal, so try for twice a week. And if there’s more than that, well yay! I mean just yay, with less excitement.
Have you ever been so overwhelmed with all the things you want to do that you just sit down and don’t do anything? Wow, I hope it’s not just me who does that. And I hope I’ve gotten that bad habit out of my system for a while with such a slack assed December. Pardon my French.
January, my least favourite month ever, with 31 dreary days, is coming right up. I would like to fill it with fun. I have two half bottles of red wine in the fridge to finish up (in five ounce increments per day because that’s what diabetics are allowed) so I need to get right on that before it all goes bad. I have several art projects on the go, and several more in my head. Chapters had their calendars on for half price today so I walked down there and bought three of them.
PREPARED is what I am. Bring it on, 2016, I’m ready for you.
Happy New Year everyone.
My November Days Eleven and Twelve
Share Your World 2015 Week 45
What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “fun”?
Looking it up in the dictionary! Even if you think you know exactly what a word means, looking it up can be FUN!
fun – noun – something that provides mirth or amusement: A picnic would be fun.
enjoyment or playfulness: She’s full of fun.
—verb (used without object), verb (used with object), funned, fun·ning.
Informal. joke; kid.
—adjective, fun·ner, fun·nest.
Informal. of or pertaining to fun, especially to social fun: a fun thing to do; really a fun person; the funnest game.
Informal. whimsical; flamboyant: The fashions this year are definitely on the fun side.
for / in fun, as a joke; not seriously; playfully: His insults were only in fun.like fun, Informal. certainly not; of doubtful truth: He told us that he finished the exam in an hour. Like fun he did!
make fun of, to make the object of ridicule; deride: The youngsters made fun of their teacher.
Now what could be funner than reading a dictionary? Is that not one of the funnest things you’ve done all day?? My spell check wants to change those words to “funnier” and “funniest”, but it doesn’t know everything, does it. I’m just funning you, so I guess you have been funned.
Fun to me means whatever it takes to make you laugh or feel happy inside. And afterwards you say to yourself, wow, that was really fun!
What is your favorite time of day?
From early morning to late at night, every single moment I’m alive and breathing. Even the parts where I’m not having a whole lot of fun.
Given the choice of anyone in the world, with whom would you want to spend an evening?
Our new Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s mother, Margaret (former wife of former Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau). What a life she has had! But I expect we might just talk about our grandchildren. And that would be perfectly fine.
Complete this sentence: Something that anyone can do that will guarantee my smile is…
….compliment me on something. Isn’t that what makes anyone smile? It doesn’t have to be much, you can simply say you like my shoes. And I will say thank you and smile. And suddenly we will both like each other a little bit more. Funny how that works.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for an uneventful post surgery week for W and his new super hip and the body’s incredible ability to heal. I am looking forward to more of that. And getting back to my art work which has been seriously neglected for too long. But for now, this temporary lifestyle change has been educational and interesting and has made both of us grateful for a thousand things we normally take for granted.
Hope you all are having a FUN week! Or a funny week. Whichever is funner. Life is too short for anything else.
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.
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.
It’s the same model I’ve used before but now she’s having a bad hair and make up day. She also needs braces. This is what happens when I watch a video on pencil crayon art. And think it looks easy. And spend a better part of the day showing myself it’s not.
And then because the daylight is gone, the photo doesn’t make it look participularly better or worse, just different.
The artist on the video said to be bold with colour! Use red! So I did!
Chalking this one up to experience. But I can see the possibilities and it was a lot of fun.