Today, I began an illustration of Frankfort Avenue in Louisville. It is an old avenue with wonderful restaurants, coffee venues and people. The perfect place to sit, sketch and relax.
As the illustration progressed, I was pleased to share my sketch with people passing by and with my friend Kathy. It took me all day to believe I had succeeded in what I started, and to put it aside during dinner. I told myself that if I wished, I could bring out the paint to brighten and make it come “more alive”.
I was wrong. I hurried through the process, became aggravated and worked faster. Haste made waste and the sketch was ruined. I had just told Kathy the other day, that my ability to show patience had much improved. Sigh.
Thankfully, I took a photo of this image before I began painting. It was fun to sketch, yet the lesson in the art is not the art at all. It is the relationship and process within myself.
Despite the warm colors, the cafe was cold. Bracing for a Summer’s day, the owner had the AC turned down early in the morning. Good for me as I hate Summer.
Bad for the coffee.
This is my safe place for mind and art. In this place, nothing invades unless I allow.
… is one of my favorite songs from the 80s. XTC really had something, and loved the odd juxtapositions of lyrics and verse. Sense Working Overtime really captured my eclectic mood today. Plus, I got down, dirty and sketched with abandon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07Fp-omNXCw).
One has to get a little worked up (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Worked%20Up%20) once in a while. When nothing has been produced for weeks, the feelings, anxiety and regret build upon each other.
Thinking about it doesn’t count. Doing does.
I try to not allow things to get in the way. They are just another “term for excuse” and as an artist, cannot afford them.
They are too rich for me.
Tables and chairs belonging to my favorite café, are ready for the day. They are lined up and ready for neighbors, visitors and acrobats.
Couldn’t resist painting with coffee while waiting for Kathy yesterday. Figuring what could go wrong, I started dipping my brush in my cup and well… coffeehands.
This may not be my best drawing, but it certainly was fun. Plus, I got to keep drinking my paint.
Sitting in front of me, I heard the whisper, the call. Draw us.
My favorite place to wait, a delicious cup of coffee and a rose.