Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
- Mary OliverWe've had a wonderfully hot summer so far
(some would say too hot)
and I must admit,
I feel a little less inspired
during these lazy, hazy summer days.
I'll get back into full swing soon enough.
This is collage & acrylic on paper.
And then, Woody Allen.
I'm still trying to paint with less detail.
I thought it would help if i used a SMALL piece of paper.
He looks so anxious all the time, doesn't he?
Like he's gonna be hit by a bus any minute.
Now that i see it here, i'm thinking:
holy crap, the eyes are WAY too big
and way too far apart!
But I did it quickly, and it was so small,
i left them as is.
I tried to use limited colours too,
something else i thought may help me
keep details to a minimum.
I think the size of the brush matters too.
At least for me.
If my brush is too small, i'll paint every wrinkle. ;-)
A quick sketch of my camera...
drawing is different for me.
Here, I want detail.
...and another quick sketch of mom's radio.
I may have posted this one before - don't remember.
I'm sorting out some of my old paintings/drawings -
still trying to put together this book
and decide what's in & what's out.
It's fucking hard.
Some days are smooth as silk,
and other days, I struggle with why i'm doing it,
what I should include,
what I should leave out,
where I go from here.
I suppose it's all part of the process.
Depending on the day,
I feel like one of these three.
And yet, even when it sometimes feels
like it'll never get done,
I know how much magic can happen
in carving out little increments of time,
so I continue.
A lot can be written
in 15 or 30 minutes.
I think it's so important just to continue.
Just to keep writing.
Even on those days where nothing seems to make sense.
Especially on those days.
The man who moves mountains
begins with small stones, right?
Wishing everyone a wonderful week!
Thanks for being here.