It started with this song.
thinking out loud
Today I packed up my sketchbook, pens, and colored pencils to draw at the shore. There was a strong wind off the ocean all day. The sky and ocean were so dramatic. I only made one drawing but took about a dozen of so photographs. I was much more interested being in the moment instead of drawing — I absorbed every ounce of the moment that I could.
I've lost track of what day it is in the studio. I just know today is the last of the marathon.
I've gotten my groove back and I have three projects going on simultaneously. It's always good when I have several series in the works. One will take off and take over. But until then I explore the possibilities and one project feeds the other.
These are the drawings that have my attention right now.
I'm caught up in their rhythm and their heat.
I've been in a place where yellow art is taking up all the space in my head and my studio. I went through the flat files to see these yesterday. I've wanted to move these drawings forward but haven't found what exactly would help that happen.
I now have them out so I can stare them down a bit.
Sometimes for a break I sit in that white chair on the fire escape. Exterior fire escapes are so much friendlier than modern enclosed stairwells.
Just had to post the view today. It's always interesting. Sometimes it is magnificent!
Today hours by the river with my simple, compact, and trusty travel drawing kit.
I often carry this kit on a walk or when traveling so I can always stop and draw wherever I am. I've been filling the pages for some time now in a particular vocabulary and style. Only one quarter of the book is full. I have a long way to go.
Today is the last day of soundings. There is something of relief and sadness. To stay engaged in the effort to have the show seen is exhausting. I'm happy to be over it. But having the work together forming this experience has been joyful and incredibly rewarding.
To have made a larger drawing than I ever had made before. To maintain an engagement and work with two amazing colaborators has been enriching in every sense of the word. To have had a voice together and listen to it become more resonant with each day and conversation with viewers was amazing.
You can't trash old doors. No you can't do it even if they are crappy hollow core doors. Just paint them and make them portable work surfaces. One side has a matte clear coat the other awhite painted surface. Now I can expand my horizontal work surfaces and I've added hardware so that I can hang them from pulleys and drop them down for more drawing or display surfaces too.
It's like having a reversable jacket.
This is the second day that I have been lucky enough to be in my studio during these storms. I have an amazing view of the city and the sky which changes every second it seems.
Now the sky is one giant cloud covering the tops of our taller buildings. A steady rain falls.