Wow! I was surprised to make it through a week of making a drawing every day, even more suprised to still be going at the one month mark, and now I have made it to drawing number 100! It's become a daily habit, something I deliberately make time for and I'm still enjoying it.
Oh, there are days when I'm pressed for even ten minutes to spare, but I'm amazed at what I can accomplish even in a short time. Some drawings work better than others, but it's been a great way to work out some of the ideas simmering in my head and build on them.
In other news, I am having a little panic about what I'm going to do once my course of study is over in November (a way off, I know, but I'll soon need to make decisions about applying for study next year, if that's the way I want to go). School has been such a joy, I love the learning but what has been perhaps the best part is the sense of community: that my fellow students and teachers are on the same journey as me and speak the same language. I'm afraid of losing that.
Drawing day eighty-nine - the end of the alphabet!
Drawing day ninety
The above is a found object I picked up in the grocery carpark on Sunday. I thought at first it was a flattened Solo can (Solo is a lemon soft drink), but when I got it home I could just make out the words in red at the top left and discovered it's actually a (rather substantial) metal lid from a jar of Old El Paso corn dip. It's so wonderfully weathered and flattened, to the point where when I held it up to the light there are several holes worn right through it! It must have been driven over, stepped on, rubbed into the gravel, rained on and baked in the sun for quite a while to reach this state :)
Not sure what I'll do with it, but it appealed to me.
Had a good Sunday, today. Sleep in, lunch at a new vegie Indian place (masala dosa - large and lovely lentil pancake filled with spicy potato mix, vadai - fried lentil flour donut with onion and spices, lassi - yoghurt drink. YUM.), a trip to Savers - a kind of op shop - for sarongs to refashion (the pickings were fairly slim but it's 20% off on Sundays if you have a student card), home via the cheap grocery store for icecream and a squiz at the kittens in the pet shop next door. Good day :)
Do you ever have those moments when you get an idea that is suddenly so obviously right that you just have to say to yourself: "Well, DUH!"?
I had one of those moments on Thursday evening. Part of assessment for Painting class is to hand in "personal vision" pieces, stuff we're working on outside of the class assignments. Most of my work this year, in class and out, seems to be leaning heavily toward incorporating text in varying ways. I have the current assignment (which is "Mechanical Reproduction") in hand, and needed something else to work on in Friday's class. Here is where the "duh" comes in: I was thinking about the direction I'm heading in, the text material evolving, my creative writing, my love of books (I adore the aroma of a brand new, just opened book), my past job history in libraries and a bookshop, and the penny dropped. An artist's book! Of course! Duh!
So I went looking for the blank books I acquired some time ago, and there is the perfect thing: a slim volume bound in dark brown buckram with a kind of antique finish. Lovely! Not too many pages, so achievable (I hope!) for assessment at the end of semester. A4 size, so not too huge. I have filled something like three pages of closely written ideas in my visual diary, and more are popping up at regular intervals. I'm going to put an illustration (in various forms and media) on the right hand pages, and a letter or word (with or without embellishment) on the left hand pages, and it will make a story or poem of some sort, yet without properly being either. I'm going to use words I particularly like, those that feel good in the mouth or spoken, like "rambunctious" and "syzygy".
Classes began again today and I was ready to go back - I missed the place, the people, the projects. Today was Studio Materials, in which we are currently learning Photoshop, which is fascinating. Confusing, but fascinating. I think it's just that there is so MUCH to remember, but the things possible with the program are awesome, and will be very useful in generating future art pieces.
We also had Drawing, and this term (except for one week) we have a model for two hours of each three hour class, so back to life drawing. I am rusty! We did so many short drawings I lost count - 30 second, 1 minute, 2 minute, 5 minute, 15 minute. We did two where the model moved a quarter turn ever two minutes, just drawing over the existing drawings so it looked almost like movement. Next week we'll do a longer pose - I felt like I was just warming up when we finished. Good class, but exhausting - I'm shattered!
It's been a wild day. Went out for lunch (yum, crispy fried combination egg noodles) with a friend and as we were about to leave the wind flared up and the power went out. Outside there was debris swirling madly about, and branches down all along our route. The driveway to her workplace was blocked by a large fallen tree. There are several large pine branches fallen from the trees on my front lawn, and I had to tie my tree dahlias to the fence. Well, temporarily: I was forced out into the maelstrom to untie a couple of the heftier and more leaning trunks because they were threatening to bring the fence down. The remaining stalks are very battered.
There have been major dust storms, bridges are closed. The wind was so extreme the police actually recommended that non-essential personel in the centre of the city go home - I've NEVER heard that before.
I'm not sure quite why exactly, but as soon as school break rolls around I seem to turn into a hermit, reluctant to leave the house. Over the last ten days or so I have been out of the house a total of five times, and one of those times was only a pizza run! I resent the time away from my pencils and pens; it's different during term time, because I'm away from the house doing art stuff at school and I like that :)
However, I have scheduled three social lunches over the next three days, so I'm emerging from Hermitville. Gives me a chance to show off some art to those as yet unexposed - help, I'm turning into an art bore!
I'm 48, female, just finished a two year course in Visual Arts, and am now back in the market for a job (boo!). I worked in the library field for the better part of three decades and two years ago took the plunge from a job that made me unhappy to go back to school. I've loved every moment of it and as soon as I have enough money to tide me over being a poverty stricken student I'm going back for more!