I've sent myself to Paris for a month in the hopes that some solitude might inspire a little creativity. The first two weeks have been filled with walking, museums, galleries, walking, museums, oh, yes, and walking. But I always have my sketchbook with me, and statues make perfect models (they don't move or pay their bill and get up and leave the cafe...grr). Not all of the drawing I've been able to do has been direct from life, which I feel is good, nay, better. I need the life drawing to find the proportions, and the other drawing to skew them.
These were all done between June 3 - June 15, 2008. Pencil.
It was my birthday last week, and I thought I would capture it in comic. Obviously I'm feeling some form of pressure (most likely self-imposed) about the addition of one more year on my age...but the feeling passes quickly enough.
After a particularly lackadaisical Sunday I decided I would capture it in good ol' pen and ink. It's about as deep as an ashtray, but I really like the lazy flow of the activities culminating in a very satisfied sleep. I think it captures something interesting about close friendship and how, even when you don't feel like talking, it makes waiting for the streetcar oh so much more enjoyable.
This one, to me, is half a painting. It is the underlayer, the base you paint in order to build up depth in the ensuing colours. My problem is - what will the top coat be? I have this (terrible?) feeling that when I start to overpaint this one I will in fact obliterate it. I've never before felt that to be a negative thing, because usually I'm so unsatisfied with the original image that I'm happy to start over. But this one has a quality that I enjoy and one that I would be sad to lose. She's not finished, however, and she needs work.
Painted and overpainted, this piece started as one thing, reached middle age as Image 2356 - which you can see in an earlier post - and for the moment has paused here. I find it extraordinarily interesting how the paintings, when painted over, can take on a completely new style or mood. There is a person under there, still (I haven't yet been able to divorce myself from painting people) but the colours are masking, hiding, protecting him from the viewer. I think I will let the painting pause here for a while.
Not only will this blog be a catalogue of works-in-progress, pre-finished and post-started, but it will be a witness to the creative process I'm undergoing. It's a process that is drawn from (hopefully) all corners of my life - family, friends, work, city, vacation, night, day - it will all have a bearing on what goes on here. I think that's kind of the point of art, anyway. I'll probably find ample pixel space for imagined or otherwise complaints, difficulties in the journey, roadblocks and speedbumps, but with any luck the exercise of writing will act also as a purge. And then...I'll post the results.