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I need to start doing my art earlier in the day. If I don’t do it before work, then I can’t get to it until after the end of the work day, the drive home, and dinner. Then I’m tired.
Tonight it was not until after all of that, plus Halloween (a neighborhood affair: everyone goes up and down the commercial street, enjoying everyone else’s costumes), then a family viewing of The Nightmare Before Christmas, that I got down to art time. Tiredness drove the content (a self-portrait at the kitchen table) and the medium (charcoal, because the drawer of drawing materials stuck and I couldn’t get at the conté crayons I was planning on), and they went together just right. Conté would’ve been too fussy.
Day 10 of #100days.
Earlier today I had plans to continue with the collaging of the keys and lock piece, but I was busy and by the time the World Series and dinner were over, I didn’t have the energy. I curled up with our cat and my smartphone drawing app for more exploration of this new medium. Here’s Luna.
Day 9 of #100days
Ahhhh! I want this piece to have many layers, and they’re starting to come in with this collaging.
Why red? I have no idea. I just saw it as having a red, slightly translucent later, and when I went looking for red tissue paper in our holidays-and-gift-supplies shelves, I found red streamers. I like the wrinkled texture too.
Give me scissors, paper, and rubber cement and I’m happy.
#100days of making art, day eight.
I think I’ve worked out what I’ll need to do with the threading when I can get to it, and I’ve borrowed my daughter’s bookbinding awl and made the holes along the sides that I’ll need. I am eager to get to that step, but there is more collaging to do of the inside first. When I’ve done some or all of that, tomorrow, I’ll post a photo.
That’s my day 7: one week of art every day. Are you doing #100days? Of what? How is it going for you?
I’m in Petaluma, CA, and Pacific Gas & Electric has shut the power off. So I pulled a chair up the the mirror and tried to draw a self-portrait using the SketchbookX app on my phone while illuminating my face in the mirror with the phone’s flashlight.
It would have been a lot easier if I’d discovered the Undo button before I started. I only just found it. It may revolutionize my use of this medium, though I still have a lot to learn before I have any facility with it.
In the interest of sharing pieces that are very much experimental and don’t “look right,” here’s what I got after about 30 minutes of noodling.
trying to draw a self
My art time today was spent skimming a book subtitled “Reflections on the Problems of Translation” in search of appropriate text for part of the collage, since that is the theme of the piece. I came up with very little, though I might use the one paragraph that seemed right. But having spent so much time on that research, and only a few minutes on putting pencil to canvas, I feel itchy, like I didn’t really make art today. It was a very long work day and so more art will have to wait til tomorrow, but I’ll make sure it is all making.
Day three of 100 days of art: I did more key tracing and am almost done with that step. After that comes collaging the box–I have an idea of what that will look like, but tonight I realized that I want there to be a verbal component to this piece, and that that is probably the place for it. I have to hunt in some books for appropriate passages.
Are you in the midst of a 100 days commitment? What is it?
. . . was devoted to planning and plotting. Literally plotting points, because after I’ve collaged the inside of the box, I’ll be stringing threads between various points around the outside, and doing that by trial and error would be a huge pain. So I’m doing the trial and error on paper first.
How was your day, #100days practitioners?
I won’t post a photo every day, but here’s what I’ve been doing. It’ll be an assemblage incorporating hardware and thread, eventually.
And as is so often the case, when I’m not making art, thinking about it is like standing at the edge of an icy pond. When I finally take the plunge, it turns out to be a river, miraculously warm and carrying me along on a delicious current.
This is why I need to do this every day: because when I stop, I forget how much I love it and then it’s hard to get back in.
Do you have #100days plans?
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