I haven't been working on any of my art projects recently...I need to get back in business.
The most recent thing I did as a small drawing for a story blog...here is the link to the story I drew http://www.nameyourtale.com/what-if-i-dont-like-heaven-when-i-get-there/...I don't know if it matches that well to the story, but for some reason it was the first thing that came to mind!
I promise more art soon! Need to get my mojo back.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I like your comment.
Back in college - this is before everyone had a cell phone and a computer. One of my first trips off campus was to go buy an answering machine.
I raced back home, and set it up. I can‘t remember how many times I recorded my greeting to make sure it was perfect.
After class, I would run home and get so excited if the red blinking light of my answering machine was on - and would get even more thrilled by counting how many messages I had. The more messages the more loved and liked right? Was this a sick need to feel liked? Why when I saw that red light blinking, it would make me happy and feel wanted?
Now, I log into my facebook page and my eye goes straight to the bottom right had corner, where the little red button will pop up and tell you how many likes, comments, comments of comments and random updates you have on your page. Why does it remind me of my answering machine back in college?
P.S. And what is really odd about that, is that I will get the alerts on my cell phone/email and would have already read what was written - but still get a little inside smile when I see the little red tab.
Maybe it is the color red?
I raced back home, and set it up. I can‘t remember how many times I recorded my greeting to make sure it was perfect.
After class, I would run home and get so excited if the red blinking light of my answering machine was on - and would get even more thrilled by counting how many messages I had. The more messages the more loved and liked right? Was this a sick need to feel liked? Why when I saw that red light blinking, it would make me happy and feel wanted?
Now, I log into my facebook page and my eye goes straight to the bottom right had corner, where the little red button will pop up and tell you how many likes, comments, comments of comments and random updates you have on your page. Why does it remind me of my answering machine back in college?
P.S. And what is really odd about that, is that I will get the alerts on my cell phone/email and would have already read what was written - but still get a little inside smile when I see the little red tab.
Maybe it is the color red?
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Playing with Markers
Last night, I decided to finally break out those markers I bought weeks ago and give them a try. I loved it! I love the control compared to paint. So, I did a few "doodles" with the markers.
First one was my square pineapples, which I draw during the morning meeting (I have got to STOP THAT!)...they are silly, but it was fun to play with
and the other I went off the other girl face doodle I made (see last post)...this one ended up turning into flowers in my mind. It was great using the markers and I am going to keep experimenting.
I did buy a new sketchbook last night and it was very relaxing sitting on my couch, watching The Office and drawing. I slept well last night.
First one was my square pineapples, which I draw during the morning meeting (I have got to STOP THAT!)...they are silly, but it was fun to play with
and the other I went off the other girl face doodle I made (see last post)...this one ended up turning into flowers in my mind. It was great using the markers and I am going to keep experimenting. I did buy a new sketchbook last night and it was very relaxing sitting on my couch, watching The Office and drawing. I slept well last night.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Doodlebug
I've got a doodlebug, it is a disease. I can NOT stop doodling. IT is crazy. Doodle on the phone, while I am in meetings, watching TeeVee. I need my head checked!
So, let's put my doodles to work - right? I love to draw and trying to get my artist side to come out again. So I doodled the 2 follow sketches. They are very messy and not finished. But I did them after talking with a friend that is in a band about art for band flyers. Every flyer I have seen is awesome and I wanted to give it a try. I am hoping to fine tune my skills and maybe make flyers for them. We will see...
So here are 2 of the doodles.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Block
She grabbed the paint brush out of the pile in the cup and looked down at the blank canvas. The canvas just stared back, mocking her. Just sitting there and looking as blank as a hospital wall. She picked up a little of bright orange paint on her brush and held it over the canvas. Just held it there, not knowing which way to move her brush, but hoping she would get the feeling, “that in the zone” feeling where something takes you over.
Nothing.
Blank.
Silence.
Empty.
She forces her hand down and makes one stroke with the brush. One bright orange line appears. Now, it is just a white space with a small orange line. Still nothing comes. Now the orange line begins to mock her. It sits there looking out of place. She feels empty, alone and out of place. She has always wanted to create beautiful things, but they never seen to please her. She has tons of canvases that have been painted over and over and over again. They are heavy with paint and all have began to look brown. Nothing she does turns out the way she pictures them in her head. She wants to create something beautiful.
Nothing.
Blank.
Silence.
Empty.
She can’t get her hand to move in the right direction or the paint to flow the way she wants it to or the paper to sit the way she sees it in her mind. She wants to create. She wants to do everything, but everything seems to come out like a horrible amateur. Is there no magic in her hands? Why does she see the images in her hand and just can’t get them out on paper. She sees everything so vividly and wants to get it out. But, they all seem stuck. They are stuck in the emptiness inside.
She looks back down at the orange line. She takes her brush and puts it into the red paint and adds a stroke next the orange line. Now she has a blank canvas with an orange and red line. It is laughing at her. Telling her that she should stop now before she ruins the rest of the canvas. She turns away frustrated at the laughter in her head. The laughter stops and she turns back around and looks at the canvas, it is silent again.
Nothing.
Blank.
Silence.
Empty.
Nothing.
Blank.
Silence.
Empty.
She forces her hand down and makes one stroke with the brush. One bright orange line appears. Now, it is just a white space with a small orange line. Still nothing comes. Now the orange line begins to mock her. It sits there looking out of place. She feels empty, alone and out of place. She has always wanted to create beautiful things, but they never seen to please her. She has tons of canvases that have been painted over and over and over again. They are heavy with paint and all have began to look brown. Nothing she does turns out the way she pictures them in her head. She wants to create something beautiful.
Nothing.
Blank.
Silence.
Empty.
She can’t get her hand to move in the right direction or the paint to flow the way she wants it to or the paper to sit the way she sees it in her mind. She wants to create. She wants to do everything, but everything seems to come out like a horrible amateur. Is there no magic in her hands? Why does she see the images in her hand and just can’t get them out on paper. She sees everything so vividly and wants to get it out. But, they all seem stuck. They are stuck in the emptiness inside.
She looks back down at the orange line. She takes her brush and puts it into the red paint and adds a stroke next the orange line. Now she has a blank canvas with an orange and red line. It is laughing at her. Telling her that she should stop now before she ruins the rest of the canvas. She turns away frustrated at the laughter in her head. The laughter stops and she turns back around and looks at the canvas, it is silent again.
Nothing.
Blank.
Silence.
Empty.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Dear Blog
Dear Blog,
You have not been updated in a week. I have neglected you and I am sorry. Work has been busy and my mind mush. I haven't had time to think about you or the empty canvas that sits on my floor.
Tonight I have had a few glasses of wine and thought of you and wanted to stop in and say hello. I had an amazing red wine tonight - Penfolds Bin 138 - buy it! Great wine. I had a fun weekend with friends new and old and didn't do some other things I had planned. I wanted to start on a new piece of artwork, clean up the story I have been writing and clean-up my messy apartment. Instead I hung out with friends and had a wonderful time. It was good to get out of the house and enjoy being around others.
I feel blocked on my art, I have been testing a few things on small canvas, but nothing is working the way I want it too and I don't have that "feeling" right now. I have to find it. I look at the pieces I have done and think I am a joke. Why am I even doing this - self torture? I am not that good. Sigh. We will see how I feel next week. I think the stress of every day has just gotten to me and other things have been pushed to a void. I need to work on that.
Well, blog, I am tried and need to head off to bed. Tomorrow morning I plan on getting up an hour early and start the couch to 5k program. I am nervous about it and want to complete it. I have to be in the right mind enough to get my lazy ass out of bed. Wish me luck. But I am looking forward to getting completely in shape.
On that note. Good night.
Love,
Rebecca
You have not been updated in a week. I have neglected you and I am sorry. Work has been busy and my mind mush. I haven't had time to think about you or the empty canvas that sits on my floor.
Tonight I have had a few glasses of wine and thought of you and wanted to stop in and say hello. I had an amazing red wine tonight - Penfolds Bin 138 - buy it! Great wine. I had a fun weekend with friends new and old and didn't do some other things I had planned. I wanted to start on a new piece of artwork, clean up the story I have been writing and clean-up my messy apartment. Instead I hung out with friends and had a wonderful time. It was good to get out of the house and enjoy being around others.
I feel blocked on my art, I have been testing a few things on small canvas, but nothing is working the way I want it too and I don't have that "feeling" right now. I have to find it. I look at the pieces I have done and think I am a joke. Why am I even doing this - self torture? I am not that good. Sigh. We will see how I feel next week. I think the stress of every day has just gotten to me and other things have been pushed to a void. I need to work on that.
Well, blog, I am tried and need to head off to bed. Tomorrow morning I plan on getting up an hour early and start the couch to 5k program. I am nervous about it and want to complete it. I have to be in the right mind enough to get my lazy ass out of bed. Wish me luck. But I am looking forward to getting completely in shape.
On that note. Good night.
Love,
Rebecca
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