I have started preparing for a new drawing. I have been keeping my projects on the down-lo as of late, but I will let you all in on what I am currently working on:My late Grandfather’s accordion.He couldn’t play it. But he enjoyed trying… just like he did every other instrument he owned… and he owned many! I come from a long line of music-lovers with no musical talent.This is just a sketch to feel out the forms, proportions and perspective. I am commencing the official drawing today.Three cheers for art!👽❤xoxoxo❤👽
When I play with my reflections,
It always ends with me blushing
In more places than just one.
My hand looks creepy….
Tongues of steam and water
Leave traces of fire
Along the curves that construct my body,
Burning away the fallen bracken ferns of last year
To make room for new unfettered growth of the new year to come.
I have been working on drawing eyes. This one took a long time… like 2 hours. Maybe more…. But I have been pushing myself to take my time with things, to work on quality.
The final product isn’t too bad but I know where I messed up and what I need to work on. I am going to try again and keep trying. Art is a journey.
I tried to do a boob imprint on my boob drawing but it was a fail. I scraped the paint off and was relieved to see that the graphite remained in tact.
The paint also left a curious residue… so I spread neon paint across the drawing and blotted and scraped it off… and this is what happened.
Kinda cool. Mistakes are good. Perfection is meh.
I am a little obsessed with drawing my breasteses. Especially my right one.
Some artists do self-portraits of their faces. Some do self-portraits of their mammory glands… and/or genitals. I am of the latter party.
I want to paint it but don’t know what my approach will be… yet.
Happy Monday! It’s a day off for me, so yay!
Take a little peek inside
I am more than what you see.
But this is all you see…
With your eyes…
I am going back to sketching/drawing basics, and working on shapes and forms for the forseeable future. I still have issues with the seemingly simple circle, and need much work on understanding light and value.
So along with shading practice, my companion assignment is to work on shapes and forms… and nothing else. Freehand. No ruler.
If I want to develop my technical skills and eventually include my imagination in my drawings, I need to know how to draw the most basic shapes and forms: circle/sphere; square/cube; rectangle/cylinder.
My skills have improved a lot since I picked up the pencil in March, but I have a much longer way to go.
YouTube tutorials are boss. I am currently working my way through this one.
I am very excited. And so is this sphere, apparently. I walk away for one minute, and Hubs added a phallus… because why not.
I had another art session this past weekend. It was a pretty angry piece, but I feel a hell of a lot better having gone through the process of making it.
Here is a sneak peek. I didn’t get as messy as I usually do, but I still enjoyed myself… and that is all that matters. The canvas provides a place for bad energy to go so I can make space for more positive energy to grow from within.
I bought some compressed charcoal and did my first sketch this morning. It is a shower selfie I took of myself recently. I like the perspective and the shadows that appears when I put the photo through a black and white filter.
I like charcoal.
Not simple at all. I am still not satisfied, and it isn’t quite finished but that just means I get to try again and again and again. I need to work on more lines I think.
Shading and values are a challenge. But I don’t give up easy. Even though a dark little voice in my head tells me I suck and that I shouldn’t waste my time and energy. That I will never amount to anything artistically. I know that this is the evil side of my ego trying to vanquish the growing light of my soul.
I will find the light, and it will help with shading.
I am all over the place. Just attempting to sketch whatever feels right. I do need to stop forcing my hand and loosen my grip. Too much control results in loss of control.
Not sure what’s next. More lines and solids, and perhaps a trial at a hand… but more of a hand anatomy study. I love things to look forward to.
Sketching and drawing are definitely a challenge but a very welcome one. I never knew how peaceful it feels to hold a pencil and make stuff appear on a page with it.
The original photo:
My sketch with some shading:
It isn’t finished but it’s coming along.
And a big thank you to the lovely folks who offered useful advice to help me hone my craft. I basically just copied my photo (no tracing!!!), but I know that if I plan on drawing any more bodies, I will need to study anatomy and proportion.
For the moment, I am happy to work on bits and pieces. I am thinking of an ass drawing next… hmmm…. And hands. Perhaps hands and asses. Imagine the possibilities. I don’t think I am ready for that…🤣.
I recently watched At Eternity’s Gate, and during a scene in which Van Gogh is luxuriating in a moment of communion with nature, I found myself furiously typing out a poem inspired by the artist as well as the artist portraying him in the film (Willem Defoe). I love Willem. And I love Vincent.
My sweet Vincent, as vulnerable as a peeled grape, with nothing to protect your delicacy and God-infused nectar from the hunger pangs of the harsh starving world.
My darling Vincent, with your plush soul and all-feeling heart. You were meant for generations to come, to make us see what truly surrounds us, a reality that shatters all dull static matrices.
You were meant to rend the steel bars of our self-imprisonment from their adamantine grip on our blind, grey-scale minds, to insert colour, shape and form seen only by those from the Light.
My love Vincent, may we one day meet at eternity’s gate, and walk through our vast, infinite landscape hand-in-hand, seeing and hearing all that is, seen and unseen, heard and unheard.
Together we will bathe the world in the blanket of your sky-peeled eyes.
Art credit: Olive Grove, Vincent Van Gogh (June 1889)
I just started a little study of the curved line. I am attempting a sketch based on a photo I took of myself.
But right now, I just need to work on simple curved lines. And I have no shortage of those.
Keep in mind that this is the first time in my almost 39 years of life that I am attempting sketching and drawing as a serious hobby. I only ever just doodled in the margins. I never gave myself a chance to actually try to be an artist. Never thought I could.
I know now that that is bullshit. Better late than never.
Shading will come later. For now… lines and lines and more lines.
If you are an artist, suggestions on what I should focus on first when learning to draw are welcome! Comment or contact me.
This is a wee preview of my latest creation… and paint play/art-making session.
My hands may not be graceful, slender or ladylike, but they do and make a lot of awesome stuff. They enjoy being busy. And they like getting messy. Very messy.
I offer my flesh for you to sup on.
I am angel food cake with a hint of charred hell,
But you need to sink your teeth deep enough to get to the good part.
My skin is seared with lust,
And my eyes are seeping succulent tears infused with the wonder of my soul,
Which is expanding beyond the bounds of the shared reality upon which we are collectively drunk.
My fingers drip juices from the most tender part of myself,
Leaving a trail of salt brine and enigma.
If you hold just a morsel of me on the tip of your tongue, you can taste my smell,
And smell every flavour and nuance given me by the Mysteries.
Hands down… Friday is the best day of the week.
So I decided to take it real nice and easy this morning. No rush. No wild sleep-destroying thoughts that have me awake earlier than usual. Just the desire to get the weekend going.I even sketched a bit as I sipped my coffee. I am getting better.These are pretty rough, and I am still trying to understand shading and the interplay of light and dark when attempting to capture something from life. Not easy but I am enjoying the challenge.Happy Friday!👽❤xoxoxo❤👽
I picked up the pencil again yesterday and started to draw. I followed a rather basic tutorial and more or less copied.
I never thought I could draw anything other than a 2D doodle, but it turns out I might be better at drawing than I thought. Not to toot my own horn… but you all know how much I love tooting my own horn.
Anyway, these drawings are unfinished and far from perfect, but I have never really drawn before other than margin etchings in boring classes or meetings.
I need to learn more about shading and proportions. I have some research to do. But now that vacation is over, finding time to be creative will be a challenge. But it will be a welcome challenge.
Next drawing challenges: a hand, a boob and a penis. Duh.