Food. Drink. Sleep. Books. They are all drugs. (Fay Weldon)
It has been over six months since my last art du jour post. I’ve missed that drug. See, I would add Netflix and Making Stuff to that list. I admit my addiction to all of the above.
These are the coffee pictures for my daughter. Her colours are grey and turquoise. There is a lot of black and white in her kitchen and I know she likes purple, so fingers crossed she will be happy with these. I am trying to be less chaotic with my creations but maybe it’s just not in me to make something calm and normal.
It’s a lazy Sunday here, perfectly gorgeous fall weather. We went for a stroll down to the mall and back in search of rimmer spices for Caesars. Do we have our priorities straight or what?
When we started this ‘update the look of your ’70’s house’ project I professed to not like grey. Then I said I didn’t like turquoise and I was really done with purple. Then I chose pelican grey for the master bedroom and both bathrooms and NOW I’m thinking turquoise and purple are really nice and maybe those should be my colour splashes in the bedroom and forget royal blue or red.
So I guess my point here is you can believe what I say today but don’t assume it will be equally true tomorrow. I’ve made up my mind to never make up my mind. Or some such nonsense. Posting this now before I rethink the whole thing.
Happy autumn Sunday.
This canvas sat on my easel for weeks, faceless lady in monster hat, making me sad and wanting to watch murder mysteries rather than finish what I started. Then I chucked her in with a stack of other stuff I still don’t know what to do with, except to keep it all in a stack under my paint shelves.
Yesterday I decided to at least fill in her face, and the rest just flowed from there. This no longer makes me sad and I don’t hate it. Yay! Mission accomplished. I love the purple and the turquoise but I have no idea what that hat is supposed to be made of. Let’s just chalk this one up to January boredom and blues, waiting for the sunshine.
This might win the prize for most minimalist thing I’ve ever done in mixed media, supposing I stop now and leave it alone. There is no sealer on it yet. Like that would stop me if I decided to go nuts with the ink sprayers.
Nope, gonna control myself and start something else instead.
The page a day calendars which were supposed to motivate the hell out of me in the form of inspirational blog fodder have been disappointing. Or maybe I’m just unmotivatable and it’s not their fault.
Take these, for instance, and judge for yourself.
When a guest, don’t be the first to arrive or the last to leave.
Stupid advice if everybody invited takes it seriously. No one will show up at your door until they see someone else go through it. Or, towards the end of the evening there will be a mad rush for the exit with no one wanting to be the last one out. This is why I don’t throw parties.
A little attitude goes a long way.
What does that even mean?? Attitude comes in different sizes? And where is it headed?
Here’s another funny thing, or maybe I haven’t said anything funny yet, but here’s something else anyway. I have been blogging for SO long that sometimes people will like an answer to a Wordpress Prompt that I wrote two or three years ago, because the prompts are being recycled and my post somehow pops up in a search. And nobody pays attention to dates. Or however that works. The more I write today the more confused I appear to be.
So I will leave this alone too and go finish the laundry. One of these days I will have something astounding to say and something brilliant to show you. You will just have to wait for it.
A couple of days ago I made a coffee cup template and then spent half an afternoon going through my paper jumble cutting out the mug shapes with scissors and an exacto blade. I also had these two little canvases started with cut up pages of print glued on to them and covered in inky dabs as an experiment with colour. In a burst of maniacal creativity I decided to pair them up.
And thus we have the result of plan as you go. Or don’t have any plan and then critique your colour choices after the fact. These either go with anything, or (more likely) nothing at all.
The good news is, the next one will be better! Because I have about a thousand paper cups needing a place to shine. Yes, a thousand is a gross exaggeration. I have maybe a dozen more, and an actual idea in my head. And then I think I will be done with stacked coffee cups for a bit.
This is me attempting to be more disciplined and methodical. Let it never be said there was no method to my madness. Well not within my hearing at least. Sometimes it’s good to be less random and impulsive and end up with a piece that’s not bordering on crazy. Although I’m sure I’ll get back to those soon enough.
It’s terrible trying to finish these things in the cold and dark of January. They have to be sprayed with an acrylic sealer that smells toxic so I don’t like to use it inside. And outside it would rather freeze than dry these days so I bring sprayed things inside before the odor has dissipated and then the basement smells like insect repellant. My son said that long after the smell should have gone away. Or maybe our basement just generally smells weird. That’s also possible.
I have more coffee themed creations in the works. Stay tuned. And have a happy Sunday.
My November Day Twenty Eight
There was a vision in my head before I started out on my little artistic adventure involving a grinning cat, but the result is not what I expected.
It never is.
I’m happy with the concept and I like the colours, but this had to sit on my easel for several days before it grew on me enough to share.
I suppose you can’t be madly in love with everything you do.
“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?”
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.”
― Terry Pratchett, Sourcery
One thing you can say for sure about this kind of art is that it would be hard to duplicate. Impossible to do the same thing twice.
I love these colours, how the green compliments the deep purple, the layers and the depth and all the weird things you can see if you stare at it long enough. There was no plan. The process is much like my writing. Start somewhere and off you go and who knows where it might all end up.
My gawd I just described my life.
Hope you are having a perfectly delightful Saturday!
Since a lot of my pictures don’t have any real focal point, I tried to create one here. It’s a bridge over a muddy stream in case you missed it.
My home decor has about ten thousand focal points in every room too. I have inner calm amidst outer chaos.
Although I did get annoyed with the ink in this one, because even though I sprayed it with fixative it continued to seep up to the top of whatever I layered over it. Bad ink. Doing what ink does.
Here’s another thing I learned. A really expensive facial cleanser I don’t like works well to remove dried on gel medium from my hands. Now I don’t have to throw it out and feel all guilty about it. Or scrub my hands like I’m trying to remove my fingerprints.
This was a three-day long labour intensive project because I had a vision and a goal. Sometimes I think things turn out better when I don’t have either one of those things.
I watched a YouTube video yesterday and it inspired me to create this. The artist used acrylic paints, brushing various colours on to the canvas, letting some dry, and spraying others while still wet with water. She then used a paper towel to blot some of the water and colour up, letting the base colour show through and dabbing the excess on to other colours here and there on the canvas.
Well. Doesn’t that sound easy? I think my paper towel must be better quality than hers, because it lifted everything up and refused to let it go. So I was barely started and already breaking the rules. This is why I don’t take art classes and prefer to just wing it and see what happens. A couple of sea sponges worked way better than the paper.
I took a picture of the background I was finally happy with, just in case it all went downhill from there. Although I don’t know what difference that was supposed to make. It was really bright so I toned it down and blended it all with some watered down gesso.
Then obviously as you can see I don’t know which way is up, and flipped the canvas so the flowers would fit. I sketched them in pencil, went over them with gesso, painted them with acrylics and did some shading with gelatos. The lady I watched did a lot of ink outlines everywhere but I tried to keep the ink to a minimum. I added some texture and stamps instead. Because that’s what I do.
Finally, as instructed (what? really??) I added white splatter, let it dry, and then added some black. This is supposed to keep the splattered dots from mixing and turning grey. And it worked. Whaddaya know.
I really admire the artists who make these videos because of their ability to stay serious and not swear. Someone should do a tutorial on that. Sorry, it won’t be me.
And that’s how I spent my Wednesday. How was yours? If you were serious and didn’t swear, never mind.
Previously I mentioned somewhere that it was too hot to breathe. I like breathing and don’t want to stop anytime soon, so I’m thinking a fierce and crazy thunderstorm might help to disperse some of this heat which appears to be happily settled in for the duration.
“For the duration” is an expression my mom used a lot about many things. It’s a good one and I like it. It means for the whole time that something continues; for the entire period of time required for something to be completed; for as long as something takes.
This 16 x 20 inch (40.6 x 50.8 cm.) work of art on canvas took me about three days to complete. Here is a breakdown of actual time spent on it.
1. Ripping up paper and map pieces – 20 minutes.
2. Pasting stuff everywhere, including on canvas, desk and fingertips – 30 minutes.
3. Spritzing on ink and colour and water and letting it meander – 10 minutes
4. Staring at unfinished piece during drying time while thoughtfully contemplating next step – 2.5 days.
5. Adding final touches and sealer – most of this morning in fits and starts while doing many other things.
I don’t know how to speed up the staring time. There is a lovely ghost-like dementor shape floating across the canvas and I didn’t want to obliterate it. But it did fade into the background. Perhaps I’m the only one who will ever notice that. Excessive staring has its perks.
My plan for the duration of this heat wave is to keep the ice-cube trays full and the fans on high. And listen for the distant rumble of thunder bringing cooling summer rain.