those gone before
I love staring at clouds. I really love master paintings of sky, water and clouds. This is not one of those! just a note-to-self about how at evening sometimes the clouds are brighter than the sky on one side, and darker on the other, as a herd of them ambles past.
I used to do a lot of pencil shading, but realized partway into this drawing that it’s just not possible on a 9″ x 12″ page in the space of one drawing session. At least, not the way I do it.
Is it possible that now, after 10+ years of dailies, I’m edging my way back into longer form work? …..or maybe I’ve just fed my impatience for too long to turn back…..
i don’t know what to draw, again
brisk walk in the springtime
tiny reflecting pools in the lichen caps on my mind
I was actually annoyed at taking time to do the daily drawing today. That hasn’t happened too often, but I’ve had an attitude shift since taking February off. I think this is a decent depiction of my irritation.
The mood is compounded by my sense that the bountiful studio time I’ve had during the lockdown year is about to be broken up and broken into by the demands of a re-opening world. I am definitely worried about being able to hold my ground, so that I can keep doing this arty noodling which makes me so happy and content. It also coincides with the warmer weather, when the demands of house projects and garden eat into my art time. Then the days never seem long enough, and the things I want to do or have promised to do begin to crowd and jostle each other, and try to make their voices heard over all the other voices. In my dreams I would have them be a fine chorus singing in harmony, but usually it’s more like a shouting mob.
Butterflies! I’m so happy to be back to my hour or two of dreaming in paint every day