Illustration Friday sends me little blog posts about once a week. This sweet one came early in the morning when I read the newspaper in bed in the dark from a backlit screen and our puppy curled in the center of my back. Must not forget to mention my husband's cold big foot dropped across my ankle. Good cuddly times. However, this blog post discussed selecting a creative career.
I have been doodling and drawing for decades. It wasn't until recently that I embarked on doing it professionally. When I went back into my youthful days and analyzed what I loved most about a creative life one thing came up: art supplies. Today I focus on pen/ink, watercolor washes, and charcoal (because I love to etch and smear with my fingers). These are the avenues with which I work, as photography--a first love--hit a stagnant stride. Photography is the study of light, not a device to record all the places you've been. I remember reading an interview with Taryn Simon in conjunction with her exhibit at the Tate Modern (London). She said she never photographs or carries a camera...only when she's working on an exhibit piece. Life as lived, rather than captured. Capturing life with a pen takes on a whole new speed of slow. Meditative. Three hours zip by without even knowing....here's to getting lost inside a good period of your life.
More out takes from a creative, simple life....photos as follows: Drawing model. Floor as my palette. Self...cleaning off charcoal all over my wrists and hands and nose in public washroom. Drawing model (yup, different pose).