drinking tea

shine a light on it.

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).

the 20-minute pose


The 20-minute pose: most fellow artists around me are perfecting their one 20-minute pose portrait. I am trying many attempts with different styles and methods: erasing, scribbling, scratching, and writing (dialoguing with my sketchbook about why something does or does not work). I thought of this as the radioactive portrait where pieces of her are under a spell of epic light. I'm pretty sure I left with charcoal on my face. Good messy art day, followed with some weight training with the man.

first things first

Window at sunrise's blue hour. Tricia Louvar was here. And took this image. 

Window at sunrise's blue hour. Tricia Louvar was here. And took this image. 

The snowy days do not keep me down. Rather, they are wells of inspiration and childish delight. I took this shot around 7 am, after spending two hours writing, and commencing with a green tea latte and revising one short fiction story along with Coffitivity. My doggy was doing the business while I waited at the door. 

After a splendid Valentine's Day date and the will to just stay put today, I am making homemade gluten-free pretzels (plenty of ways of use up the assortment of mustards in the cabin) and read this sweet little book on creativity: Making Art a Practice by Cat Bennett. I found it at the library in a roaming daze, a favorite state of mine in a library.  I work out a little. I hike with the gent. I do a few more push-ups here and there while waiting for this or that. Here's to small joys...and hoping I don't burn the pretzels now...no promises. It's a carb night! I can feel it...screw balance on a Saturday night, I say.

a night walk in the cold with warm hearts

"My greatgrandpa said when you see a halo that bright around the moon a big storm is coming," he said.  We shared a hot black tea as the snow crunched under foot. Nobody was on the country road. Just us and the deer family. The moonlight hit hard and illuminated the peaks own weather fronts in the dark. Mad magic that night....the keepers of my heart: nature and man.

The next morning we woke to large snowflakes and three new inches of snow.




now it's becoming something....

The football games were on in the background. They are noise in the house when autumn hits. And I read this article about how when you find your true center you have ample energy. Some exciting stuff is brewing in my life, which is why I woke up energized and ready to paint at three o'clock in the morning. So I got up, made breakfast, and started in on this little illustration mixed media piece. The sun eventually came up. And then I had my second breakfast, which I think was lunch at eight o'clock in the morning. If you live with a creative person, I am sorry. Sometimes we make noise at odd hours.

mixed media, 3am in a full mood to doodle + create

staying away from the curtain

The cabin has no curtains. Wolf pack, get a load of all this. Wet head out of shower. Morning hair tucked under Burton beanie. Yoga pants + leg warmers. What a treat. An artist needs time to hear the onslaught of creative whispers worth mapping out. I once heard an artist say, Don't look behind the curtain (i.e., don't get bogged down in what others are doing). Keep doing what you're doing no matter what. Here I go.

A little space to call a haven for...something...paltry sketches, I suppose, and other maneuvers of spirited quests. No complaints here. A mouse friend likes tea here, too, I found out. We said hello one morning in the kitchen.