slow going...

Wrinkly.

moving on...

Moving past the last three weeks of sinus problems and television brain jelly. Sometimes I wonder if my attention span disappears like this every year at this time.

I can't remember.

But I did pick up the pencil again. It's a start.

confession.

  

 

Having a bit of a dry spell.

trying to plan the spontaneous...

Half here, half there right now.

 

Lots of faces and no backgrounds. I has a flip-flopped crazy. Anyway, this is the last page I actually finished.

I've developed this weird habit of making components of things this week. Hopefully I'll figure out how to make the most of that.

okay, seriously...

Dear Universe,

Remember all those times last winter when I randomly begged you for warm weather? I'd just like to let you know that you have gone above and beyond. Please feel free to stop now. Maybe just pull back about thirty degrees...

Thanks,
kitty

We've had a bit of an air conditioning blow up this week, so I've had to keep my art journal at a friend's house to prevent the pages from melting together. It feels so odd, not having it there all of the time...

I have been drawing in the beater sketch book, and the stuff from there will eventually be added to the journal. Sort of obsessed with rounded, cartoon-y eyes and whimsical faces right now.

I think the heat is just making me want to meld some sort of candy aspect into everything. I like that.

See, I said something positive about the motherfucking heat.

rain

So it's one thing to hope for rain to cool down this blazing hot summer, right? Yep, that's one thing. I did that.

It is a teeny bit cooler.


So now why to I so feel the need to spray pages outside?

Contrary brain just isn't very cute today.

sniffle

It has been one of those backgrounds, circles, gesso, coughing, sneezing, stuffy head, fever, so you can’t rest weeks. Hello there, summer cold. I think I’ll make some backgrounds, then sit and stare at them.

Where did you get the idea that anyone would be interested in another hypochondriac health update?

Well, SLB, I probably got it from the same place I got the idea to put my little paintings and art journal pages up where folks can actually see them if they’d like. This cold is making me very tired, and I have done less drawing and painting. I hope that making note of how lousy I’ve felt and how little art I’ve done will help me find a way to push through the fatigue and keep going even on down days.

I did draw a cuttlefish, but that was early on in the week. I see more cuttlefish in the future, because I sort of have a crush on them right now. 

PBS Create is showing back to back wine shows today. I usually turn off the TV when the house clears out, but I’ve kept this running in the background because it’s making me want to draw bottles and glasses, maybe grapes.

I have spilled a box of markers and pencils on the floor today. I have spilled my big container of brushes today. I keep knocking shit into the floor. If I didn’t feel so crummy, I would just get down on the floor with everything dumped out around me and work.

I picked it all up, though. I’m staring at the box of pencils and markers right now. Part of me wishes it was better stuff, but another part of me knows that I’m lucky to have what I have. I’m lucky to be faced with the challenge of making something beautiful with what I have on hand.

Something tells me that if I won the art supply lottery, I would still be sitting somewhere with a mechanical pencil and a tub of gesso. Maybe not.

Where was I going with that? I don’t know. This is probably why I call it rambleday.

Perhaps randomday would be better, but no… I’m going to ramble. I just like the feel of that word more.

My art journal is getting harder to scan as I work deeper into the book. I’m doing what I can with what I have to work with, but I find myself cropping out shadows along the side more and more. Or sometimes just leaving them in the photo… which is something I don’t love, but something I have to just deal with until I figure out a good solution.  (By good solution, I do mean free solution.)

I wonder of I should be more tech-y. Maybe I need an art partner with tech-y leanings.

See, now there’s another ramblethought. Art partner. Most of the time art is my good solitude, but now and then I would love to share the process with someone, or work alongside someone on different projects. Art partner. Does that happen?

I mean, not so much a class. I often wish I was sitting at a table with my sister, both of us working on something. I like that thought.

very low energy

comfort food

Jump, fucker.

I just can’t seem to find my blue sky today. Feeling dulled down, and like I can’t even work up a tear for it. I have hope, though, that this is just one of my days. I have a few excuses that might even be reasons, but they’re just too tired to tell.

Hope comes from knowing how often I absorb inspiration without even realizing it. I hope my brain and my heart are just taking a little sponge break.

Sick of drawing your little orange slice flowers, are you?

At times, but I find myself drawing them by the dozen. Sick of you too, SLB. Don’t even try to get me worked up today because it ain’t even happening.

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve completed three 8x10 canvas panels, three small wood pieces, and three journal pages. This is incredibly productive for me.

I am currently trying to ignore SLB. She has a bucket of anxiety and wants to use it to shut me down. Sitting here writing this is taking more energy than I have.

I have a blank 16x20 stretched canvas propped up on the chair beside me, waiting for me to face my fear that I can’t make enough to cover large surfaces anymore. The fact that I am going to cover the shit out of that big white surface just made me grin a little bit.

I should run. Orange slice flowers refuse to draw themselves.