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.
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
This proves to me that art should be done everyday, not every other day… each day.
Otherwise, you get this.
Monochromatic napkins, forks and knives; have caught my eyes and imagination. Sculptured metal with cotton.
Thank you for every message, kind words and encouragement. The surgery went well and am now home recovering. (https://www.spine-health.com/treatment/spinal-fusion/acdf-anterior-cervical-discectomy-and-fusion)
While in my hospital room, the first thing I did was grab a sheet of paper and a pen. Even though the sketch was not up to my standards, the pain-free experience was. My right index finger still has a little numbness on the very tip, but everywhere else is back to normal.
Not having created any art for over a month has been difficult for a variety of reasons. Because illustration is one of my means of speaking, I felt mute the entire time.
Let’s see what is in store tomorrow. I want to challenge myself, but I want to be realistic.
Thank you again for your well wishes and warm comments.
In front of the counter, every restaurant gets an A health rating. It’s what’s in back that hides “the works”. I regularly sit at counters and always sit in a position to see the plates, glasses, etc. This cafe is spotless, really clean and organized. I am in awe of someone who probably has their house in order, when I can’t seem to get the garbage out.
This is a sweet Italian job that sits in a cafe I visit every Saturday. It is bright red, sexy and sculptural.
Again, my iPhone betrays with added tint which is not welcome. If I wanted sepia, I would have added the tone. Maybe my illustrations are telling me that they want a dash. When they verbalize, I will converse.
Happy Italian design and beautiful line. Thank you Corradino D’Ascanio.
Another illustration in a developing series of street scenes. 2 weeks ago, it was just Frankfort Avenue. Today, both Clifton Avenue and an intersection with Frankfort.
Of course, the location is of no interest to anyone but me. However, it could be your neighborhood, city or village.
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.
Broken leaves and tarnished blossoms. The storms took their toll all afternoon.
My favorite backyard plant always suffers. The leaves are large and the blossoms fragile.