From shape to shape, the natural and machined, bend my eye. Nothing escapes the attraction of curve, fluid mass and void.
Even though imaginative color is applied by you, the beat of a hand touching paper goes on.
The artist never stops to admire a “perfect sketch”, because none exists.
Restless minds cave to desire.
Today, I looked at monsters in a box. Inside, there were two fishing reels. Both unused for many years, but one in particular, for three generations. They posed an idea and threat for a sleepy Friday. Draw them, be accurate and try to be sane.
The illustration required a great deal of patience, hand control and being fluid. Because the shapes overlapped, finding clarity in both, was a huge issue. Hoping, I shaded and painted, trying to distinguish both.
Let’s see. I may go back and work more. Maybe not.
Hush, I don’t want to think. It’s endemic.
They cling to my tires and bushes. Then the shells are left to crunch everywhere.
I love them. They are cool to draw and relatively harmless.
Even though I rarely drink Starbucks coffee, a mug I bought several years ago (Chicago mug), is my favorite. It is heavy and large. It is my “go to” each and every morning. Help the soul who breaks this mug. If I can’t have coffee in this mug, it is a lesser experience at 5:15 each am.
It’s that important.
While drawing, I was listening to Blind Faith’s “Sea of Joy” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOZ5VcQIiFc). No better music for a hot cup of coffee and a life worth living.
This is a view of my workspace. Desk, tools, paint, etc., I keep everything close at hand and ready to use. Sometimes my area becomes overgrown with brushes and other tools, that make it impossible to compose or keep my composure. So last night, I deleted my latest post for exactly these reasons. I was not satisfied nor did I put my usual effort into the drawing. I posted for the sake of posting, which is a very bad idea.
The drive to keep busy and work hard was clouded by my impulsive qualities. I allowed my “less than best” to be published.
Shame on me.
This illustration (workspace), is up to my standards and am confident, happy and content to make this presentation. It reflects most importantly, a sure hand and keen eye, but most of all, patience.
It’s the other realm of space. You know what I mean…
Wow, I’m tearing it up tonight and ripping the results. I decided to steer clear of any ink and shape the image with Prismacolor and paint.
Sensual moment to myself.
Not ever. Don’t touch or graze against my skin. Don’t feel at liberty to comment on my feelings, especially my heart.