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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
“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.