7 posts tagged “drawing”

I can't believe that it's almost been a month since I’ve posted. My god, time flies when stress is in the air. Some of it’s been good stress (very good) but a lot of it has been sort of unfortunate. Here are both sides of the stress.

• The new used car makes a bunch of random noises. But we’ve been able to fix most of the noises in the car for only a little money.
  
• It is getting progressively harder to sit at my desk and work. On the other hand, I know the end-date of this job is getting closer, and I know I could do some things to make it even nearer, like putting some drawings up for sale in my empty etsy store.
• I hadn’t drawn for weeks, but this week, the boyfriend has been shooing me off almost every night to scribble
• I haven’t cooked a real meal in weeks. But my uncle and my dad are helping me make a recipe for a dobash cake, my favorite cake from childhood made (only?) by the family bakery that went out of business a few years ago.
• The Wheeze, my ferret of 4 years, was taken over by a fast moving cancer and passed away. There aren't many positives here. She did go peacefully, and I am grateful that my dog is alive and healthy.

Oh, other good news (the very good news). The boyfriend, whom I’ve known for about 7 years, proposed over Thanksgiving at Fiery Furnace in Arches National Park. (!!!) So, we are officially engaged and are working to plan some sort of funky wedding. That is definitely a happy bit of stress.

Here are some drawings. Some are better than others.

I don't really feel fine. My skin is tingly and I sway when I sit up, but I thought the universe was going to BLINK out of existence yesterday. It didn't, so I feel pretty decent today despite the sickness. I know that a bunch of scientists including Mr. Stephen Hawking said the giant atom smasher wouldn't create a black hole that would swallow the earth and reality as we know it, but my gut told me that it might. If I have to trust my gut or science-types, I'm almost always going to go with my gut. (not true; that's just the sickness talking). I celebration of things still existing, I thought I'd post two new drawings today. These have nothing to do with the world ending; they just happen to be my two newest scribbles.

And:

I think I promised everyone a painting a few weeks ago... I am embarrassed to say that I finished this one up mid-August and just never got around to posting it. I guess this qualifies as the first piece of "corporate" art I've done since the main - though not only - reason I made it was that I had a big blank wall over my desk at the generic non-profit where I work (no guessing!). It fills up most of the space, I think, and is appropriately themed. It also let me continue to explore the cartooning/painting/drawing thing I started with the self portrait I made a few months ago.

The detail shots turned out better. Please click & enjoy.

I can't believe it's been almost a month since I've shared anything here. I closed out a Moleskine over a month ago and am well into a new one. The drawing has been steady, but my postings obviously have come in fits and starts. I blame my 9 to 5. The only other news I have is that I'm working on a new painting/drawingthing to hang near my desk at work, so I might disappear again until that's finished.

Here's a new-old scribble that I drew at an activist conference a few months back. Hope you enjoy.

So sorry to have disappeared once again, friends. It's been a whirlwind, to say the least. Worst of all, the art's been really slow. I struggled with this new piece for a while, and at their best, my scribbles have been incoherent. But last night, I finally finished this monstrous hybrid (just in time for Thursday), and I made a scribble I love. Hurrah. I'm back in the game!

A word of disclaimer: Though I am quite attached to the actual painting-drawing, I am not as fond of this picture of the painting. I really need to get some decent studio lights.

I've been working hard on a new "monstrous hybrid" (mixed media piece). I haven't done much scribbling lately and (obviously) haven't posted to vox in well over a week. The painting/drawing has been going really well, though. It's been a lot of fun, and I hope the end result of all of the drawing and erasing (and drawing and erasing...) will be less than disastrous, and may even be decent.

To give full credit, I stole the term "monstrous hybrid" from a book I'm reading, which stole it from somewhere I can't remember. The book is Cradle to Cradle: Remaking the Way We Make Things and is one of the more interesting books I've read in a while. It focuses on the design problems of industry, which are many and terrifying, but it also discusses fascinating approaches to solving those problems. How with a little creativity, we can have industry that actually works with the earth instead of against it. Anyway. This isn't the place for a book review.

And to give completely full credit, the title of this post was stolen from the first line of one of my favorite songs by Uncle Tupelo, "New Madrid" from the album Anodyne.

Here's a scribble:

Drawing & arting & scribbling has been going pretty well. The boyfriend has been persistent in scooting me off to the art room after work. I work on something - even if it's just a new scribble - almost every day, which is far beyond where I was even a few months ago. It's been good. Most days I need a little push to get me off and working because I'm so tired from my 9 to 5, but it's easier than it was. As the weeks go on and as I'm working more, art is becoming a source of energy rather than a frequently stressful drain. I guess it's the difference between a passion and a hobby. I can ignore hobbies, not happily, but it is possible. But when I say something is a passion, the only choice is doing it or having it lapse back into a hobby. Anyway, I'm glad I'm keeping the art going. It seems the only thing I'm sacrificing is reading. I've only read 200 pages of a novel and a graphic novel in the last month or so. It's embarrassing.

I am happy to announce that I drew from life for the first time in years this past week. Part was fear that I'd lost my drawing chops, but most was that I never made time for this kind of art. It's pencil, water color, and oil pastel. I don't know if those three can go together in real life, but they seemed to work here. At least I think they seem to.

And for old time's sake, here's a new scribble. I drew this when I was going to rescue my boyfriend from the bowels of Las Vegas and the stress of living alone with both of our pets. So here we are. This drawing has nothing to do with that, but when I look at it, I clearly remember the turbulence of the flight and how it made the word balloon head look like a zombie. Hope it's not too shaky.