This is an experiment with Inktense pencils.
I tried to draw an ocean wave at home with my new Inktense colors but got nowhere with that so I picked some colors and did and abstract. I like these pencils. they have strong colors. I tried drawing on dry paper then making it wet and I also tried drawing on wet paper and adding more water on top. They’re like watercolor pencils.
The real thing I’m excited about is the video I want to make this week. I’m just goofing around at home today because Virginia Beach is having a huge concert and I don’t want to go out in the heavy traffic. From what I saw on the news, the concert is a great success and there will be one every year, which is good for the city.
I hope I can do the video this week and get my daughter’s tech help to put it online real soon.
I don’t call myself a professional artist, here’s one reason why.
This painting is really a flop. Lucky for me, as an amateur, it doesn’t matter when a painting doesn’t work out. If I was a pro it would be a big embarrassing waste of time to goof around with something for hours, then I don’t like it. If I only knew what I was doing I could be good. Yeah, I could be real damn good, but I’ll have to practice because doing watercolors isn’t as easy as the pros make it look.
I’ve taken a couple watercolor classes in the past and I might do that again, but I have a feeling it takes years to master watercolor. I might buy some magazines and see if I can get tips. Or, if you have any advice, dear reader, I’d appreciate it.
I did this at home. I’ll go to Back Bay and try again in another beautiful spot.
Finally! I have a sketch I’d like to work into a painting from Back Bay. I’ll take my watercolor pencils and give them a try. I have very little experience with watercolors but they’re less bulky to take to a popular overlook than my oil paint supplies.
I want to explore and sketch more places there. This could take some time. Years.
The water isn’t finished in this sketch. Before I left home that day I checked the weather report and it said the wind was coming from the southwest but it would change to the northeast. When I got there the bay had nice ripple waves. First I started planning where the water would show and where the reeds would be, and the horizon. It seemed like that went fast, but when I looked at the water again it was CALM! The water looked like glass. I hate when it’s calm so I quit working on the sketch.
The weather is very important to your Plein air artist. It’s funny how fast it changes around here too. Good thing I can go back any time.
A couple days ago when it stopped raining I went down to Back Bay just to check it out and as soon as I started walking it rained again. I got soaked. I said I’d go back when it stopped raining. Then yesterday it was sunny and warm and dry but the wind was whipping. I took a bike ride anyway. I did good with the wind and even on a gravel road but the wind definitely made it more difficult. There were gusts that made me walk it a few times. And riding into the wind coming back made me too tired to sketch the beauty by the road.
I’d like to do a painting of the dark water with the almost white sedge. I stopped a few times to look at it and found a some places I could sketch on less windy days.
The water is almost black. It’s the mud on the bottom. I thought to myself, mud is beautiful. I could see layers of violet, brown red and blue to make it. Then with the contrast of the delicate grass growing in the mud and shining so brightly in the sun, it’s bleak and beautiful. Then in the background you might see trees far away or more water.
When I got back to the parking lot I sat in the car to sketch this view over the bay. Darn it, I got a little too much sun. I’ll have to stay in today which is disappointing because I want to practice drawing and painting water.
Years ago my Mom showed me a jacket pattern and asked me if I wanted one. The pattern said you should use 3 colors. Black white and gray comes out looking elegant and red white and blue is striking. Mom made 3 of these. One for herself and another one for my sister. I don’t know what colors they picked because I never saw the jackets, but I loved mine and wore it out. I kept the old original.
A few years ago I asked Mom if she still had the pattern but she didn’t, so I pinned the old jacket to a piece of plastic packing paper and traced around it to make a pattern. It’s a very simple jacket, with the sleeves and front and back all one piece. But it can be difficult, and I ran into a few problems. Plus it’s time consuming. I have around 40 hours in this. I made one a couple years ago with green batik fabric and didn’t like it as much as the red white and blue one of old, and the batik fabric might not give the chenille look.
You have to wet it when you’re finished sewing and run it through the dryer to fluff it up. I did that for this photo, but I still haven’t washed the green batik one, that fabric seems stiffer than this cotton.
This is the old one on my work table. I can’t wash it again because the strips are coming off the shell. I think I should still keep it.
This photo shows the inside of the new jacket. Sometimes people want to see the stitch lines. I used a watercolor pencil to draw those diagonal lines on the shell 1/2″ apart for sewing my bias strips on. There’s also a lot of hand sewing on the inside all around the edges.
It’s probably not a marketable piece, considering the time and difficulties, but I knew I’d like it, so it was worth the time. If anyone else can sew and wants to make it I’ll give the pattern to them. I might be the only one with the nerve to wear it. It is kind of loud and proud.
High St. Rat 2010
It came from San Francisco. Brian Greif, an art collector saved it from a building being taken down. It’s on Victorian era redwood siding. You can find it at ODU’s Baron and Ellin Gordon Art Gallery.
Banksy said the reason he got famous is because he hid his identity. Isn’t that genius?! Way to play the art world, Banksy. And now he’s rich.
The thing about the art world is that it doesn’t matter if you’re great at what you do, or how inspired you are. The powers that be don’t even like innovation. Remember when the Impressionists got rejected from the shows? And now everyone loves the Impressionists. The elites in the art world only reacted after Impressionism was a big thing with the public. They never would have recognized the genius of the Impressionists on their own. They haven’t changed in the past 150 years. The art world higher powers are the same kind of narrow minded snobs as the ones that rejected Impressionism. They’ll fall for the cult of personality before skill every time. You need a gimmick or an outrageous personality to get noticed. This is one field where insanity can be to your advantage.
I love Banksy for playing the art world the way he does.
This flower is too sexy for my blog. Too sexy for my blog. Too sexy OMG.
Oh well, I draws em like I sees em.
Inspiration. Where does it come from? I can only talk from my own experience here, so feel free to opine, as always.
I think it comes from outside myself. It’s nature or other art, or a good teacher, or music, literature, everywhere you see something that grabs you. When I was young and worked full time and exercised every day and had a house, husband and kid, I wasn’t into drawing and painting. I still had a lot of ideas but when you’re young and you have a lot of obligations and distractions it’s easy to put art on a back burner. I always knew if I lived long enough a time would come when I could concentrate on art. To me art and craft are the same thing. Back then I was inspired to take a pottery class or two. I was inspired to make gingerbread houses and carve pumpkins among other things. Is the inspiration to sew or cook something special less than the inspiration to paint? I say it’s all the same. If I don’t feel like painting it’s because I’m on something else.
I had a lot of stress back in those days but I don’t think stress kills inspiration in my case. It’s that there’s only 24 hours in a day and I like to sleep too. There were a few years when my mind was in a turmoil. Art gave me the chance to” live in the moment”. It’s a good break for your mind if you’re under stress. I think all that advise you read about living in the moment and giving up the past, whatever is eating you, is too idealistic. It’s not like you have switches in your brain where you can just turn off thinking about that bad thing. When you can spend a lot of time alone you have to go back over it again and again until you figure it out. Then you can get some peace of mind. There’s a lesson to be learned from whatever your mind is fixated on. You have to face it. Masking the problem with pills won’t stop it from coming back. Plus the meds could suck the spirit out of your work, if you’re an artist, by numbing your brain.
The main thing about inspiration is that it requires time alone to work for me. It helps to eliminate some things from your life if you’re a very busy person.
About this drawing: It was so windy that flower was blowing all over the place. I drew a moving target. It was real good practice because after drawing so many magnolias I had to work faster and observe then sketch and observe again when the flower blew back. I had to work faster and it wasn’t too bad because charcoal doesn’t show up on this paper anyway, so, just skip it. With flowers, if you get it wrong no one knows.
These flowers are huge. I’m sketching them life size on 9 x 12″ paper and they’re running off the edges. When I do a painting of this next year I’ll have to paint them smaller but drawing large is easier than painting small. These are for practice.
Vine charcoal doesn’t work well on this dark paper so I have to skip that step and block in the general shapes with pastel and chalk. The more flowers I draw the easier it’s getting but these sketches still took around two hours each. For my painting I need about three times the number of magnolia studies I have. Then I can eliminate the ones I don’t like. The tree has some buds so I might be able to get a couple more sketches in before they all turn brown and fall off. I’ll have to go back next year and do more.
Spring has sprung around here.
Last time I saw this tree all the flowers turned yellow overnight. It still had a lot of buds. Now all the second buds are open and it looks like the cold didn’t damage them. The tree is more beautiful than before. I hope I can get more sketches before they wilt. But it’s pretty even when they get yellow.
My next apartment is on the other side of town from the botanical garden so I want to get flowers sketched until I move. Then I’ll be hanging around at the ocean front more. I’ll still go to the garden but not as often.
The main thing is not getting attached to stuff. Every time I move I either give away or throw away paintings. I’m tired of this one so I put it in the lobby of my apartment. Let’s see if it gets picked up. If nobody wants it by tonight I’ll pitch it. If it gets taken I’ll put another one there next week.
I’m leaving an expensive new “luxury” apt. It’s overpriced. When I signed the lease they had a security guard in the parking lot at night. Then when they had most of the apts. filled they let the guard go. Then cars got broken into. Not mine. The false fire alarms here were so annoying. It’s not only one apt, it’s the whole building and it happened about 15 times in a year and a half. Good thing I’m healthy, but I was a little worried it would scare my Mom or give a friend a heart attack when they came to visit. Then when it was time to renew the lease they wanted to raise the rent $78. I handed in my notice to vacate and started looking at other apts. Then I got an email saying they would only go up $45. I wrote back no thanks. Then I got an email saying they would go up $20. I said no. Then they said they would keep the rent the same. I said I’m out of here. I’m so glad I’m free.
I’m so glad I make all my own decisions and don’t have to listen to any drama.
I’m the freest damn yankee in VA.