"Eat"3/30/09 Daily Sketch
Mixed Media drawing on Vintage Book page
Oh my ears and whiskers, I'm late, I'm late, and I'm a bit confused.
I think this is what life is like. You just can't have a handle on it all the time. Sometimes it's going to be about change and transition and adjustment and confusion. And that's okay.
And someone tell me why I am drawing sketches every day on top of painting every night and guess what... I think I'm going to try to write a poem a day for the month of April, because, hey! it's National Poetry month.
I think I'm frickin' crazy. Because this is on top of figuring out my etsy shop and starting new ventures to support my etsy shop and longing to write my novel and planning bigger ventures for the future. And of course taking care of my cherubic children and cooking and keeping house (badly.)
Oh, well, I'm noticing the sketches are something I can do with kids around, or when I get kicked off the computer for a while or when everyone is out in the garden hanging out. Plus, I really am trying to find balance between always working and enjoying life. I'm remembering that I like to paint, and it's turning into a break from the computer and the marketing and the writing and the researching. So that's a good thing.
And I'm remembering how I like my journal... the hard copy, pen and ink one, where I can doodle and sketch and write poems and plan things and draw grids and swirls while something else is going on. I am not just a blog. :)
And here's something else, the poem I wrote a couple of days ago ties directly to the painting I posted yesterday about Flying Girl and the storm and the breathing.
And because it's the first day of April and that's poetry month and why not act the fool a little, I'll post the poem. (I am fully aware that I have deep insecurities around my poetry. Thanks Kuusisto [the traumatizing professor])
Breathe
Storm front coming in
the sky is breathing
for me
filling lungs with air.
day to night could come any second.
dry to wet. no to
yes.
Sun shining on my face
leaves swirl in the
wind.
I am ready for whatever comes
I am
waiting for the rain.
by moi.
Isn't it funny how it fits with the painting, totally unintentionally.
What other medias are you using that you find show up in strange ways? Do your different projects over lap or feed each other?
I thought I was the only one trying to do every conceivable art form at once.
ReplyDeleteI do art quilts, collage, sometimes as one; I do drawing and now started watercolors after taking a class. I love it all.
There are NOT enough hours in the day.
I totally love the painting in the previous post, her breathing out flowers, the flowers reflected in her dress, the way the wind is making the buildings sway.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem, for it too breathes, the way the lines move and the words inhale in and exhale out.
Lovely!
I love the poem. It fills me with a space, kindof like the air right before the storm. I also really like the sketch--and yes, it IS something one can do with children around. When my kids were little, I made thousands of little drawings on index cards. It sounds like you're doing a great job with balance. I'm very inspired by you.
ReplyDeleteYou know, I think that Uniballs were what I used to draw with too--and you're right, I don't see them anywhere anymore either. I hadn't thought about it, because when I had kids I sortof stopped my incessant drawing (except for making little paintings and crayon drawings on index cards--I had boys, and whenever we tried to do art projects, whatever medium we were using turned into rocket ships and guns within ten minutes) and so wasn't buying pens.
ReplyDeleteI love gel pens now. I just used the ballpoint because it was there, and there are some that I like. This one didn't blob. But one thing I like about it is that you can make both light and dark lines, just like with a pencil, but I don't like using pencil because it smears (I'm messy, and always end up dragging my hand across my pictures).
Ooo, I love, love, your art my dear. I think all our mediums overlap at times. Reminds me of this quote:
ReplyDelete"I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment."
-- Marc Chagall