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Done!

That’s it. The cover of my sketchbook. It just went out in the mail today, on its way to the Brooklyn Art Museum. Check out my Sketchbook Page to see the whole thing.

It was a fun project and it reminded me of when I was a kid and could spend all day drawing stuff that no one ever saw. I don’t even know where that stuff is, now, but I remember having a good time doing it all. So I’m all about drawing now and can’t wait to get some of my own projects going again…that is, unless a whole bunch of work shows up…which is a possibility….

I guess time is of the essence!


Nothing to See Here

How do you draw wind? I had an assignment that involved making it look like the wind was blowing. So I started thinking, How exactly do I do that? I guess I could make the little dotted lines that swirl around…or maybe make everything lean in the same direction? But, really, how do you draw things that aren’t there? If you’re drawing a landscape and you know there’s wind, how can you convince anyone that it’s there in the drawing?

Now I’m going to be thinking about this for the rest of the weekend. There must be some elegant way of doing it. I’m going to do some research.

Meanwhile, here’s a drawing where things are moving. Are you convinced?

venus flytrap


Does Subject Matter?

Over at RedBubble and Zazzle, I’ve been seeing a lot of holiday-themed art. It’s one of those things I’ve never seemed to manage over the years: drawing something for a holiday and selling it. I mean, I do the Christmas cards, of course; but even those usually don’t get done until just before the 25th. If you want to get started selling holiday stuff, you need to have it done a few months before.

I guess I don’t think much about selling art. The stuff I make is stuff that I think is cool, like snake skins or skulls or dead animals. I draw it for the sake of drawing. Not surprisingly, nobody wants to buy it. I guess it doesn’t matter (except for that nagging feeling that I’m wasting my time) but I have to wonder: is it so hard to draw things that other people would buy? I don’t really have a thing about being true to myself as far as art subjects go, and I certainly don’t want to get into drawing the same things over and over again. So why not draw cats or wolves or beautiful mountain landscapes? Or Christmas scenes? Is it just lack of motivation? And why?

bird skull

At least it was fun to draw!


…and Now for a Short Break…

I was drawing daisies today and suddenly I was looking forward to spring. I think I’m jumping the gun. Not to mention the holidays.

daisies

Really, though, wouldn’t it be great to have the flowers blooming and the birds coming back and all?

All right, back to reality…and the to-do list….


Thoughts About Rocks

I was out hiking today and took some pictures of rocks, with the thought of maybe drawing them someday. I don’t draw enough rocks. I know this because I have a lot of trouble with them. I either make them look too much like Styrofoam pieces or I get so caught up in the details that they end up looking like flat patterns on the paper. It’s hard to break them down into drawable things; they’re like little planets with all their canyons and plains and valleys.

rock from antarctica

Does this really say "rock?"

There are a lot of things I’m not good at drawing: rocks, bushes, dogs, cats, people…the list goes on. So do I practice drawing these things until I get good at all of them? Or am I missing some natural talent (like drawing people—I swear there’s a gene for that!) so that I will forever be substandard when it comes to drawing certain things? I wonder a lot about this. I mean, I was always good at writing English papers, but I was lousy at math. I knew people who were great at math, but couldn’t put a sentence together for anything. Is the brain really wired that way, so you’re good at some things, but not at others? Is it worthwhile, then, to try to get good at the things you’re bad at? Or are you just hopelessly fighting nature?

I need to go and draw some rocks.


Ideas, Ideas…

Over the last year, I’ve been rolling this idea around in my head of a series of drawings about the life of St. Christopher. I’m really not a religious person and I’ve never done much religious art (except one commission from a friend), so it seems weird to me that a) I’d get an idea like this and b) it would actually stay in my head for a year. It was a comment from a former co-worker about getting a tattoo that started it all—he mentioned something about St. Christopher having a dog’s head, which I’d never heard of. It led me to this story on Wikipedia, which got the idea slowly churning. I mean, there’s something compelling about the story of a seven-and-a-half-foot-tall man with a dog’s head going around looking for someone to serve who’s more bad-ass than he is. And, of course, the only more bad-ass guy he can find is God. Something in that makes me want to draw it. I don’t know what.

But just because I want to draw it doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. On the other hand, just because it’s not a good idea doesn’t mean I shouldn’t draw it. So there I am, stuck. Well, not really, since I already started it. But it’s hard to decide if I should spend real time at it, or just give it the few minutes I give all my other “is this really worth it” ideas. Which is to say, all of them.

Maybe I’ve already spent more time on it than it deserves.

Reprobus


The Art of Internal Editing

For NaNoWriMo you’re supposed to write 2,000 words a day. I wonder if it counts if you keep rewriting the same 2,000 word section. Damn internal editors!

These editors work away at artists, too. When I was in high school I used to draw during lunch and my friends were always amused at how often I would draw a line and erase it, draw another line and erase it. Sometimes I’d do nothing but draw the same line over and over for the whole period. That line had to be perfect, dammit, or there was just no way to go on!

Then one of my friends challenged me to start drawing with a ball-point pen. No more erasing! It was paralyzing. My pen hovered over the paper, twitching, because I knew whatever happened, it was permanent. But it was silly to just sit there, so eventually I made a mark. And, of course, it was all wrong. So I made more marks to try to fix it and then I was drawing—well, making a mess that I called a drawing…of a bush…possibly a rock…. At any rate, it started a period were I worked in nothing but ball-point, which graduated to dip-pen and then to technical pens. And I left the eraser at home.

ball-point shack

Working lunch