Friday, May 30, 2008
Read all about it at www.drawingday.org
As it happens, that's the same day as the Cleveland Sketchcrawl. In the vicity? Meet us at 10 a.m. inside the old Arcade, off Superior Ave.
We're drawing around Gateway and the Erieview Cemetery, then we'll gather for a self-pay lunch at 12:30.
By the way, I've been absent as I've tunneled more deeply into my ongoing project. Things may be scant here for a while, though there WILL be sketcrawl drawings.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
'Stead of sketchbooking the last couple days I decided to get started on the How To Save the World notebook distributed to me and 499 of my closest friends by Art House Co-op in Atlanta. Here's the cover and Page One. You will be waiting with a bone in your mouth for Page 2, I'm sure.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
I'm curious on this subject. HAVE you ever discovered something someone didn't want you to know about them? How did you react?
Have you ever had someone discover something you didn't want them to know about YOU?
Funny story: Back in high school I indulged occasionally in skipping certain classes. I don't know how I got away with it, but I did. Oddly, though, I'd stay in school and hang out in what was known as the "gym corridor," where upperclassmen were allowed to just loiter and drink Coke during free periods.
I was sitting on a bench there one day when I should have been in Espanol Quatro, when up the corridor strode a man who looked surprisingly like my father. Weird, I thought. As the man drew closer, it became apparent that he actually WAS my father.
The strangeness of this disoriented me. My father never came to my school for anything, and yet there he was: in the gym corridor, having clearly been called to school to kick my sorry, Spanish-class-skipping ass.
This was bad. My father was no one to trifle with. I muttered a few choice, panicky expletives to a friend sitting with me on the bench and steeled myself for the confrontation.
When he finally stood before me, he said, "Karen, do you have Mom's credit card? I need it to buy a new lawn mower."
I gulped, dug through my purse, produced the card and handed it to him.
"Oh, by the way, the office thinks you're supposed to be in Spanish."
Then he walked away.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
That's a pot of grass by the lamp on the table. I don't know why. When I see potted grass, I think, "Oh, someone has planted nibblies for a cat," but there's no cat here. Still, it was nice grass.
It was funny how, when I was messing up sketch after sketch yesterday, I was not finding it amusing or interesting. No. I was finding it only frustrating. But now that I have a little distance on it, I think it's interesting to consider that the problem in my mouth (wisdom teeth extraction Friday) maybe had an impact on my brain and my hand.
That could easily just be an excuse, but I don't think so. It's sort of the opposite of being in "the zone," isn't it, where all parts are working together in harmony? I was by no means in agonizing pain yesterday, but it's safe to say that all parts were not feeling harmonious, and they had been positively discordant the day before.
Anyway, I kept trying, then turning pages and trying again, because I think it sets a bad precedent to quit in a huff. I don't love this page, but in the end I was at peace with the drawing experience.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
This is an old-fashioned Moleskine line-free notebook. It's not the "sketchbook" version, with the heavier, coated paper, nor is it the watercolor notebook with its horizon-like orientation, which is what I've used for a while.
The downside to this for sketching is the thin paper, of course, but then Noreen at the Cleveland sketchcrawl showed me how she tapes pages together to get a thicker, wrinkle-free deal. And the upside is that it doesn't have the coated paper, so if I wanted to add watercolor, I could. And it doesn't have the horizontal orientation, so if I want to make a double spread, as I did here, I can do that, too.
So now I have my great big watercolor notebook and this one, and perhaps I'll begin seeing the world in a whole diffferent way.
Or perhaps not. :-)