Saturday, March 29, 2014
... or not. :-D
When I've just finished a piece, I want to get it out there on the web NOW. If it's after dark, forget it, the answer is: Wait for morning. If there's sunlight, great; now the art must be well-lit without getting full of glare. Today, ^ this is how I solved that problem.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
|Blue and Gold, 10 x 8" mixed media on cotton printmaking paper. Original sold; you can buy prints here.|
|These happened because a few people on Facebook voted for the Blue Jay as the next bird I ought to paint. Sounded good to me! I added forsythia for the lovely color contrast, immediately sold the first one, and then created a smaller second piece that same night.
Robins? Cardinals (which I've avoided because it seems like EVERYONE does cardinals)? Goldfinches? I don't even know. I'll have to have another round of voting.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
This is Jasmine, who knows she's upper crust and is quite selective about the company she keeps.
The source photo had her on a cream-colored sofa, which seemed visually not strong enough to hold up against her bright black coat, and in any case not expressive enough of this particular cat's bold character. So I kept the basic shape, but made it more luxurious and bright, and gave our kitty some jewelry while I was at it.
Monday, March 10, 2014
|The monster, barely hanging on.|
The potting soil in the foreground is there because I've been doing this:
Saturday, March 1, 2014
That's what I had to do this morning. There was a huge fight next door. I lost a lot of sleep and now I do not want to do much.
But artists make art, even (maybe especially) when we don't wanna.
This is often called DISCIPLINE. I hate that word. It's a trip to the principal's office. It means running laps, driving yourself hard, everything soul-sucking and miserable about working. Also I've never been able to maintain it for more than a few days.
Then I would feel like a failure.
Yet here I am, working on Queen Ruby when I don't feel like it. If this isn't discipline, what is it?
I'm calling it MOTIVATION. When I thought I needed discipline, the underlying feeling was, "I suck. I have to work harder and be better because I'm lazy."
Motivation is deciding I'm good, that I deserve to have the life I want, that I'm worth my own effort. It is one big decision followed by thousands of smaller ones, from "Do I bother entering this show?" to "Do I take the trash out before it gets rancid?" And since I deserve to have my work get seen, and to live in a place that smells nice, I do both those things. I'm no longer "lazy." Maybe I never was.