Silent and Plotting

I have not been doing nothing while failing to post anything on my blog.

I have been creating new art and planning.

I am not going to share the plans yet.  Every time I do something seems to happen to keep me from following through.  Not failing to follow through this year.  This year stuff will happen.

I have finished some things that I started earlier in 2016 and done so many new things since I last posted.

I am getting better at drawing and painting as well.  It is great to see the changes in my style.  Seeing the things that stay the same and the things that change.  All it takes is practice, lots of practice.

Here are two of the things I got done last year.

There is so much more to come!

Click on the pictures so you can read my captions!  They explain the art a bit.

 

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So Busy

I have been really busy the past few weeks.

I have done so many things.

  • Photographed plants in 2 Gardens
  • Photo shoot in a SteamPlant (way cool)
  • Mothers day pics
  • Creepy Angel
  • Working on a stippling commission 12×22 inches (I am insane!)
  • Stretch canvases for new paintings, 3 so far.  More to go.
  • Spring clean house (darn chores)
  • Crypticon – Zombie Face paint
  • I feel like I am missing something…
    • There is always something more

Either way, I am kind of tired now.  I need a day off.  Time to do nothing and be nothing.

If you check out my Instagram account you will get to see all the crazy things I have been up to in visual form.

I am still trying to get prints made.  I keep running into roadblocks (mostly the green paper kind.) I hope to have stuff by the end of September.  Things are looking up!

Enjoy these images of my crazy few months.  Go, GO, GO!!

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Celebrate!

I like to celebrate my birthday.  It is something that is important to me.

I do not do it because I want the attention or things.  I do it because I like that I am alive.  I like to celebrate my birthday to honor all of the things I am, do and will do.  I celebrate to honor my past and future.  All those that I have  met and will  meet.  All the things I will have experienced or will experience.

On my birthday I get to celebrate ALL of the things that make me me.  Most other holidays you only get to celebrate a part of you.  I get to celebrate the macabre side of me on Halloween, the spouse side of me on my anniversary, the family side of me during most other holidays.  My birthday is the day where I can be all of me, not just a tiny part.

A lot of people get hung up on the number or year that they are celebrating.  In my mind that is not worth celebrating.  Getting stuck on the number is only going to get depressing.  There are not many ages worth celebrating. 16, 18, 21… Great, you can drive, vote and drink.  People dread 30, like it is the end of the world.  More dread 40, like it makes you old or something.

I think you should be proud that you have been around to circle the sun 30, 40, 50, 60, on and on times.  Each rotation adds knowledge, skills and experiances.  Things you can pass onto others,  or horde for yourself (if you want.)

Celebrate being you for another year.  You have chances to accomplish things.  You can take care of anything that you will regret later.  You get to have experiances.

You are ALIVE!

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Joy.  Ink wash Painting, by me!  I HATE Orange.  I do not even like to eat oranges.  I thought I would try something different, since I went out of my way to buy some orange  ink.  UGH  This is NOT my favorite thing.   I would like it more if it was in  different colors.

 

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Change of Pace

When I create a drawing or painting, all of my faculties work together.  They are all on the same page, working to a common goal.  Every so often the harmony is lost and I am not able to continue in my current medium or style.  When that happens you have to change things up.

So many things have to work together to create art.  Hands, eyes, brain, lighting, bushes, paint, pens, ink, and mood to name a few.  If any of these things is off or out of balance, the art will suffer.  The artist may set it aside until balance is restored or destroy it and work on something else.

Most of the time I will keep the piece in progress for a week or two.  Any longer and I know I will not finish the piece.  I work on something until it is done.  The down side is that I get burnt out on a style pretty quickly. This leads to times of inactivity or significant changes in style and medium.

Change is not a bad thing.  It keeps the mind from getting stuck in a rut.  It keeps the body fresh and happy.  It keeps the art stores in business.  It keeps the fans from getting bored with your work also.

This week I tried to work on a Valentines themed drawing.  It was not awesome.  Despite all the planning and sketching, my mind lost focus, and the whole thing turned out terrible.  I tossed it as soon as I realized that it was not going to turn out.  I may revisit it later, but it is doubtful.  I will probably work on something completely different.

20160109_134609To keep up the creative pace I chose to paint something instead.  I saw a great landscape on one of my walks in January. I took a few reference photos, mostly to ensure I got the colors close.  I was feeling kind of solitary, mellow, yet kind of happy.  Happy that I had time alone and I could enjoy it.

I wanted to paint this as soon as I got home, but I was working on two other things already.  I sketched it out and painted it in my mind.  Waiting for a lull in the ideas for pen and ink.

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Only about 8 hours, but worth every second.

Consumed

There are many things that I avoid because I know they will swallow me up and I will not do what I need to do or want to do. TV for example. Sucks you in and you emerge blinking and with no clue what happened.
I try to avoid getting angry. It just consumes all reason, and does not usually solves the problem. You usually  end up looking like an ass in the end.
This week was tough. I spent my weekend running around and with people. Instead of resting and recharging. This is bound to run anyone’s temper a bit thin. In addition it was hot  (for me anyway,) another contributing factor. Then… well lets just say a reoccurring dispute raised its head. It was my final straw.
Now I am angry. The simmering, consuming kind. The kind that does not go away until things are resolved or something breaks.
On the plus side, I painted this weekend. I also drew a creepy fish.  Enjoy!

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Creepy fangfish ( anger,) eating a representation of me. Nomnomnom.

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Lots of calming blue and some bubbles. Who can stay mad with bubbles?

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More bubbles. Still angry... Bubbles, You have failed me!

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No Title Seems to Fit this Post

It has been a little warm for me here in the great Northwest.  Yeah, 85 (ish) is not hot to some, but it is uncomfortably warm for me.  I do not like hot.

I did do some doodles on Friday, but they were very blah, and not worth showing.  I managed to finish one of the drawings in my phobia series late in the evening when the heat had dissipated.  I started on the next one on Saturday.  It is almost done already.

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I had fun with this one. It was easy to do and I did not have to force anything.

It is kind of amazing how some works of art just flow out of you, unstoppable and virtually error free.  While others you have to force out, drop by drop.  Both types usually look equally nice.  Personally, I do not get more or less satisfaction from finishing either type.  Both give a type of joy when done.  Easy ones give joy because they were easy and you were at piece most of the time.  Tough ones joy, because it is finally done and you can rest.

The other thing that amazes me…  is how adding black ink makes a pencil drawing so much more alive.  This is really true for a lot of things.  Adding black to paintings for shadows and to add depth really makes certain things “pop” in paintings, makes them almost more real, in a way.  It astounds me to start a drawing in pencil, sketch out everything, exactly where I want it, and then draw it in ink.  It is amazing how much more tangible the final thing is.

It is not an idea anymore.  It has become a real thing.

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This one was really hard to get out. I had trouble finding a good view point for reference. Everything just feels wrong to me.

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I am not sure if I will be posting anything this week.  It is going to be busy.

I am also still adjusting to not having the convenience of my net-book near my drawing space.  It is a bit annoying to have to move from one work space to another.  I lose my train of thought (one of the reasons for no post of Friday, I got distracted.)

Have a good week!

Different Strokes

This year I set up some pretty good goals for myself. One of the goals was to do 12 pieces of “fine art.” A sub-goal, that I did not post, was to try different styles so I could learn. This post is the result of reaching that goal.

On dark and foggy morning... I took a photo with my cell phone.

On dark and foggy morning… I took a photo with my cell phone.

In the foggy depths of my morning commute to work (walking,) I took several photos. One was a view of a street on the other side of an over pass. It had this ethereal quality to it, like the lights might wink out at any moment, or maybe start moving, like some sort of foxfire torches in a parade. There was very little color and the trees made a very nice dark screen to complete the mood.

Once I had a good moment to look at the photo I took I decided I would paint it. Not just paint it, but try a different style. I had just been reading about Van Gough and thought that a “Starry Night” treatment could work. I did a teeny bit of research on Van Gough’s brush strokes. I wanted the feel but not the look. It still needed to be mine.

The second painting would be in my normal style, with a color treatment to the lights. Streetlight yellow is to boring for me. Blue would be a neat color and I have an awesome blue that looks great when blended with black or white.

Let’s do this!

I really wanted to do both on 2 panels, but I only had 2 that were the same size. I chose to do the Van Gough version on the two panels and mine on the single panel (probably would have been easier to do it the other way around honestly.)

Street Lights.  Lots of motion and vibrancy for such a foggy morning.

Street Lights. Lots of motion and vibrancy for such a foggy morning.

I started with the Van Gough version. I did not expect the intensity that came with the shorter strokes. “More, MoRe, MORE!” was all my brain and body kept shouting at me. I had such a hard time focusing on the strokes. “Faster, FAstER, FASTER!” My heart was racing and my arms were shaking. I had to stop every 10 – 15 minutes to get control of my mind and body. I have a new respect for anyone who paints with short strokes or in pointillism. It is challenging.

In the end it I think the piece looks like Van Gough ran into Seurat. Globs of paint that slide a bit and stop, then jump to the next. I have not officially named it, I am calling it ‘Street Lights’ for now. I am not sure I even like it. It was very challenging to do, and I learned while doing it. I doubt I will do it again though. I did not like the way I felt while I was painting. Frenzied is the best word I can think of to describe the actions. (It affects me even now, as I type. Frenzied words come from my fingers and my heart is racing. Strong stuff.)

Now my style! I like things calm and smooth. I like to relax and meditate over the strokes. I like to have through blends (where appropriate) and things should flow from one area to the next with little interruption and as few bumps as possible. It really reflects my personality and is probably why I had such an extreme reaction to the other style.

Eldritch Lights Nice and clam, a wee bit creepy, and much more like a foggy morning.

Eldritch Lights
Nice and clam, a wee bit creepy, and much more like a foggy morning.

I ended up doing this version (officially named’ Eldritch Lights’) three times. The first time the matte varnish was clumpy and very streaky. Something I have had issues with in the past, but I was hoping a new bottle would resolve the problems. Nope! I painted over it and tried again. I used a semi-gloss varnish on the second one and it cracked around the spots the other varnish streaked and pulled much of the paint away from the thick areas.

Third times a charm!

I stretched a new canvas and started from a clean slate. It may not look like it, but the trees are full of “fiddly bits” that are time consuming to paint. They require lots of concentration and control. 10-15 minutes of work and I had to walk away to relax my arm and mind. I got it done and I will not varnish it until I can find one that will not mess it up.

In the end I learned while on this project and I got 2 paintings out of one photo (and a LONG blog post.)

Thank you for reading and enjoying my work.