How frustrated I've been with my lack of application. I'm learning so much in my online class, I've been taking notes and digesting, or as one friend calls it, "percolating", but have little to show for these last 6 weeks. There has been much talk in the Facebook classroom (open only to signed up students) about not producing, and while both teachers assure us that producing is not necessary, still there is a feeling of missing out.
I am in the process of buying a book of poetry from my art heroine, Cathy Cullis ,who has sold a darling little gouache today that inspired me to start sketching in my sketchbook after what I consider to be a long hiatus.
Wouldn't you know I started incorporating some Teesha Moore style journaling
and some Jane Davenport style shading BUT
with all the new art supplies I've been buying and the little studio I'm pulling together
didn't I sit down at the kitchen table with a pencil and two ballpoint pens and work my way through lunch and well into dinner hour without eating.
a detail of Sad That I Am
And the final version (for now)
The text started as a story a cashier told me this morning about her solar garden lights being stolen from her backyard; this as I was buying some for my yard. "It's not the money," she said. "I know," I responded, "and it's not like they were stealing food. It's just an insult." So, with that in mind, I felt I couldn't leave only the sad part in, but felt compelled to add the part about flowers in our hearts, for as we know:
forgiveness is the gift we give our selves