Monday, February 16, 2009
I've been drawing so much that I haven't had time to post. Here are a few selections from the sketchbook.
Re: the middle one ... I have no idea. I just started pasting things on the page and a narrative of sorts began to develop. You can fill in the blanks.
Have a happy Monday, will you? I'll be off at art school where I'm working harder and more than I did as a paid full-time employee. Pant, pant.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Perhaps you remember meeting Anna Banana in her quest for an owl some months back. Yes, well, I've invited her into my sketchbook, where I hope to watch her play, meet a friend or two and perhaps discover more about her success and failure in the owl department.
This here page is just a warm-up to get a feel for what Anna looks like in some of her typical modes.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
I recently overheard three young women discussing Valentine's Day. It's a stupid holiday, they agreed.
And oh, (they did not say), how they would love to be part of one of those jewelry-store-advertising couples whom the day exalts. Oh, (they did not add), they have hearts TOO, hearts that have loved, hearts that have yearned, hearts that tensed for a wrong or undeserving soul.
Valentine's Day is a stupid holiday, they agreed. It is far too simplistic a celebration (they did not add) for something as complicated and as cruel as love.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Monday, February 02, 2009
The sketchbook I'm working in now looks really different from the sketchbooks of years past. My drawing teacher has encouraged us to play with media and different ideas, and so tonight I pasted down a paper bag from Trader Joe's and wrote a bit about what it's been like to leave a full-time job and return to the scene of the crime known as college.
Anyway, you can see for yourself what it looks like. I've posted two pics because I wanted to demonstrate how the woman comes out of the envelope (er, paper bag) attached to the page. And perhaps there's a really dedicated person there who wants to actually try to read the whole page. (Don't worry - there won't be a quiz.)
If you DON'T want to read the whole page, the gist is this: When people said it seemed brave to go back to college at my advanced age (they never included that phrase, but it was sort of implied), I pooh-poohed the whole thing. I felt privileged, not brave.
Now I feel a little bit of both, frankly. Privileged and brave, with a smattering of scared and overwhelmed and inspired (as you can see here) and excited.
Oh, and old. Sometimes very old.
But sometimes not.