I can’t find anything on my shelves because they grab, prod and remind. They are constantly reminding me of Leonard Cohen biographies, poetry, PMS charts and a few schoolbooks.
I am reminded how heartbroken I can be and feel loss more acutely. When something means more and more, then discover it is lost; it hurts.
There is a fear in the depth of despair.
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.
Hey, why not ride a motorcycle that looks like it was designed in the 40s. More so, put a ridiculous stereo on it, an American flag to show you are “a real American” and then strip.
Strip all common sense for your safety and the safety of your partner. After all, you ride a Japanese knockoff of some other famous brand. You know the one, the motorcycle that will soon use Europe as a more reasonable method of manufacturing. But you are one with the air and the road.
Fly on little wing, ride on.
This proves to me that art should be done everyday, not every other day… each day.
Otherwise, you get this.
I am drawing circles hoping to find my rhythm; the mojo queen in my creative desert. It’s no fun to feel abandoned and thirsty.
Drinking gut punched coffee and getting dirty, does the trick. The feeling that your guts are quenched in browns and steam.
Love the line, shape and quickie look.
Before I walk my dog, a sketch for the road.
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