Train of thought as I draw…my brain is a pinball machine.
Train of thought as I draw: wonder what family of birds lived in this little nest…Shelby Lynne is such a genius!!! As I’m listening to “I can’t Imagine” in the background…I think she’s a courageous writer of lyrics and tunes…Don’t forget add these holes. I like how they create a background that can go anywhere…Give me a ruler – Quick! Feel like making some order here…OH YES a checker board table cloth. My brain is a pinball machine…
Yes, those are bees looking out at me from inside the beehive: the queen has trapped them and they are pleading to me for help – so on this Thanksgiving Day I will set them free. I will pardon them like the Whitehouse turkey. Bee kind. Bee loving. Bee truthful. Bee giving. Bee bop a-lu-ee.
Finally, my brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable…Bee these (Phil. 4:8)
Oh my. I watched the morning news before sitting down in my quiet place to draw. This is what happens with an agitated brain and a hand armed with a Pilot G-2 07. Do I feel calmer now that I’ve unleashed some marks on paper? A bit.
It certainly is more fun to draw with my imagination rather than trying to stay within the confines of reality.
Well, I did not do a pure contour drawing as I’d planned yesterday. I totally forgot. Instead my approach came at a different angle, literally. Not straight on as before, but tilted slightly to the left. It made me struggle with perspective, which I have not resolved, but oh well. New shadows were cast from my desk lamp, too.
But tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow I will tackle the pure contour, the kind where the rule say you’re not allowed to lift your pen or look at your paper!!!
Oh wow, these objects make it so easy to jump from reality to fantasy with these drawings. I have thrown discipline out the window already! Good riddens, I say.. Maybe tomorrow I will pull back and slow down with a contour drawing. This is what I tried to do today but I’m too revved up in between walking the dogs, throwing laundry in, helping Bob with his pc, scattered mind. Scattered energy. BLAH!!!
I like that my objects are contained in a box. I like that my objects are all from the natural world – even the box. I like that there is a variety of shapes, textures, geometric and organic. I like that this is mine and I can play with it however I want.
First drawing of this “Darling Clementine” crate with found objects from my walks and stuff found around the yard: bee hive, nest, twigs. Our art circle is going to try drawing for 5 minutes a day – the same thing. So this is my subject matter. Just a rough sketch today because it took some time to arrange and secure the objects, not to mention decided on something that wouldn’t bore me.
Whatever device you use to view this last yellow rose from my garden…it won’t allow you to experience the powerful but delightful fragrance of this tiny flower – a delicacy I will hold in my memory as we fall into the winter months here in the midwest.
This weekend marks the beginning of Autumn — sweater weather and football here in the midwest. There’s an old superstition that claims you can balance an egg on it’s end during this Fall Equinox, but according to fact-checker Snopes you can do that any ole’ day of the year.