Now that Fall has hit, I can sit outside without sweating, being stung and sunburn.
Yesterday, I sat and watched the comings and goings, couples drinking coffee and a little dog who snapped at the patrons.
Finally, a day for celebration. It was my pre-birthday and celebrated with my best friend with lunch and a cocktail.
A little this and some of that. Dash of pepper and garlic.
An organic creation for dinner.
There are the drapes and the clutter, who hide behind the boxes and move like film among the wires; to the beat of Saturday while alone.
I am whiplash green and not a Spartacus in shades of brown.
It’s raining and all I have is a flimsy sheet of paper to wrinkle and bow. Plus, I lost or had stolen all my pens and pencils from my classroom.
This is what you do when the tools are in short supply and the weather keeps you in.
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.
What a fun Saturday morning sketching and creating a new sensation for my eyes. The world always opens up when one has patience and determination.
I am on to something I like; a looseness and sense of play.
More to come.
Oh my life is changing everyday
In every possible way
And oh my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
‘Cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me
Dolores O’Riordan / Noel Hogan – The Cranberries
After looking at some of Michael Ehrhardt’s work this week, I became inspired. He is an accomplished and prolific German artist, who works in acrylics.
He is masterful.
My artwork defines itself lately by scribing my thoughts in pen, and wanted to give something new a try. I wanted to share the punctuation of line, with an inappropriate/inconsistent/landscape-like background.
I like and may integrate more into my work. Thank you for the inspiration.