I finished the sketch for the third piece in my current series, and began adding paint last night.
Inspired by this song.
Continuing the sketchbook pages based off of random bits of rescued paper. I have several pages prepped with paper pieces pasted in, (say that ten times fast!) and when I am feeling like doing a sketch I draw over or around the piece of rescued “trash” on that page. This one had a torn corner of a paint chip that I found on the floor. It became a plant pot. The plant is one living organism but with many heads, some are closer to the roots, others are growing further away.
Some new ideas are bubbling around as well. Thoughts on another series that I might begin when I complete the Lyrical series that I am fleshing out at the easel now. Right now it is an idea for a theme, but it needs time to expand and develop in my mind (and my sketchbook) before I begin.
Sketchbook page: Watercolor pencil, prismacolor marker, and a torn bit of black paper from a watercolor pad cover.
Sketchbook page. Watercolor pencil.
In this house there is currently no designated studio space. This was seriously keeping me down and stifling my ability to be spontaneously creative. When everyone is sleeping and I am still awake I am too tired to drag out all of my things and set them up before adding a few minutes of progress to my latest pieces. During the day, I can never predict when the Baby will be napping and the Big Child will be occupied so that I can sneak over. The structure of my life right now is such that I will not create, will not work at art, if it isn’t right in front of me.
So, I set up a little corner of the dining room for now. Future home renovation plans include a small space for art making. But other home projects must come first-the baby’s room, the upstairs bathroom, the kitchen ceiling…
The baby is getting more mobile all the time, so I am not sure how long this arrangement will last. But for now, a small desk that was rescued from the side of the road and the easel my husband bought me for Christmas years ago are set up for me when I need them.
Feeling inspired, the 4-year old asked to have his easel set up too. His sits right beside mine, and we can work at the same time.
Progress continues on the Lyrical series. Feathers have wandered into this one:
I have to dig deep and find that place inside myself that is capable of speaking the truth. Sometimes the bad guys are really good guys. This makes it hard to talk to them. I worry that I may offend. But I need to protect and defend.
My voice is in there, somewhere. Buried by societal pressures to please, to not make waves. It is time to bring her out…
Work in Progress. The start of a series of paintings inspired by song lyrics that have been dancing (and singing) around in my head for a while now. Sometimes when I listen to music the pictures that play in my head become more crisp and intense, and a painting will present itself.
These are two progress shots. I had to flip her upside down yesterday to allow the water to flow in the right direction. She looks funny to me upside down.
More progress on this piece. She’s still not finished yet. I want to fine tune some things that I don’t like about it and fill in a background. She is sort of a stepping stone piece toward a series of works on canvas that I plan to begin soon.