It’s another “FingerPaintingFriday”! Royal hues of watercolor and gouache.
Enjoy your weekend, friends. :)
Dynamite Speedway. Scanned markers, acrylic, and digital work.
Art therapy piece, just for my own restless mind. This one started as a digital doodle and eventually got more layers of scanned traditional media added to it. I’ve been doing a lot of experiments in mixing media; it’s a lot of fun.
Psycho-therapy is rather amazing—something like stirring up the bottom of an aquarium—chunks of the past coming up at unfamiliar angles, distinct and then indistinct. ― Robert Lowell
As the two-year anniversary of my mother’s death approaches, I’ve felt more and more that I need to say something here:
I’ve hardly written fiction in the last two years.
I’ve always loved art and words. For years, I’d considered myself as much a writer as an artist. I’ve got several completed novels to show for it—all in need of serious editing. I think I just had to get those books out of my system while I struggled with my mother’s illness and other life stresses. I needed to write. I still do, I suppose, but not as a career. It’s a passion and personal—and maybe I’ll write more often if it stays in a journal.
I’ll publish some stories eventually, with covers worthy of them… but for now, they’ll be lovingly placed in the proverbial writer’s trunk. I’m fine with that.
Hopefully, my writer friends will understand. Besides, I’m still—and always will be—a reader! And a writer too, but for myself.
The last two years have changed me for the better. I’ve steered back toward the drive that unites my family, most of whom are artists. In the process of creating fine art, I’ve also rekindled a love for design, which is my actual paid work. I’ve discovered new things to love about the creative process and I wake up every day excited to tackle my to-do list.
My office is now my studio. It’s the best room in the house.
My mother would have been proud. She was an painter and graphic designer herself, before she lost her sight to macular degeneration.
For the first time in many years, I feel absolutely certain about where I’m headed. It’s wonderful.
So, there you go. I don’t post a lot of truly personal stuff online, but my readers here are friends and friends share the big moments and changes in life.
Blue and green for “FingerPaintingFriday”! Watercolor and acrylic.
Enjoy your weekend, friends. :)
Water. Deep water. Infinitely deep water of the primordial ocean, where everything is possible.
― Paulo Coelho, Inspirations: Selections from Classic Literature
Beneath Jupiter. Pastel on charcoal paper.
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Created in the delightful company of wine and cats. Yes, I realize now that I should have made something Pluto-esque, but hey… oops. I blame the wine.
My parents (both artists) enjoyed using pastels, and I remember getting into their fine pastels more than once as a kid―and pretty much ruining them. They never got too angry about it, since at least I was showing an interest in art.
I find pastels to be a challenging medium to control, but I can’t resist all those bright colors tempting me to try them, just like all those years ago.