New paintings and regular art updates.
My hubby, forty years together and we are both getting old. Various marker pens on cartridge paper. He didn’t keep still or I would have done a better job on it. I’ve bought a few more permanent marker pens. Some are OK, but some seriously smell of something like acetone? I used a silver pen to try and add grey to his hair and reflections/highlights on his face.
Tension, in my body. The more talk about covid the tender I get. Like a mad game of twister I’m tied up in knots. My shoulders, my neck. My hands are tense, even my toes are tense! I ache, I feel like I will explode sometimes. How do I relax. How do I let the tightness in my limbs unfurl. Knots, knotted, tied up in knots… Back, hands, neck, tight.
ArtRage oils sketch, edited in Sketch app. 2019. Digital drawing.
I like editing things in one application and then running it through one or two more. In a similar way to using different filters on Photoshop.
I have used lots of different apps over the years but I don’t always remember what I did in each of them which is why they look different each time. I want to find the best selection of drawing tools that I can. I hope they look OK.
I see faces in a lot of things. Tonight’s wispy clouds reminded me of a face. I think these are interesting clouds. You could see that the wind was pretty strong up there. The clouds were being blown across at 90° to the direction they were moving in, shearing them and dissolving them. The weather has cleared up a lot today, but it looks like we might be in for another bout of rain tomorrow.
Does anyone else like spotting clouds too? I used to lie down and look up at the sky. There is a lot up there!
Learning WordPress again
learning what to click and what not.
Finding out that route doesn’t work
going round in
circles
ever decreasing ones.
like a fish in a whirlpool
caught up in the flow
cant break free
cant see
a way
out of
this
maze
Just did a drawing in artrage oils. It’s a drawing ap where you have a few brushes and a pallette that makes apparently oily colours. You can turn up a metallic look between 0 and 100.
This was done with a thin, dry brush tool. The marks are short so you are forced to draw lots of marks to cover an area. I could have changed it but this gave some uniformity in the mark making. Then I tried to add dots like halftone but because I was drawing with my finger it’s not very accurate. I changed the metallic effect up in some places. It sort of works.
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Grr, I’m a tiger, I like this picture of me. It’s me and it isn’t.
I wish I’d done this as a face painting. But it’s on a phone app. That’s why it doesn’t quite fit to my face.
I don’t remember it blurring the area around my face. But only my hair. Weird.
I think of the words ‘Tyger, tyger burning bright, in the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?
One day there might not be any Tigers left, then all we will have are photos, film and art. The memory of great creatures, small creatures, so many plants and animals that no longer exist…
He was staring across the restaurant. A hard stare. Eyes wide, looking directly at the woman three tables away. She had not seen him as she was sitting side on to him, but her partner caught the look. Who’s the jerk over there? He said to her. I don’t know, she said, glancing across. The man was still staring and she felt uncomfortable under his gaze.
The couple had their meal in silence. Neither knowing what to say to the other. And both of them kept checking what the wide eyed man was doing. He in turn was drinking a beer, then another one..
I’m going over said the woman’s partner. She grabbed his hand, please don’t, she said. We don’t know who he is but he’s big, he could hurt you! She glanced worriedly at the man.
Then she realised he had signalled the waitress for the bill. He might come over and say something, she said as the man paid for his food. Ignore him said her partner. But she couldn’t, who was he. Did he mean to say or do something?
The man stood up, picked up and put on some sunglasses. Come on Jess he said. His Guide Dog stood up from under the table where she had been sitting, her harness jingling. Home Jess, he said, and the dog led him out of the door.
I saw a face,
I blocked out some of the photo, and added some lines to the result in a sympathetic green colour. The blue mecanopsis flowers form stunning eyes, the concave petals give it depth. The dark purple makes the mouth and upper lips. It’s a almost insect like, perhaps like the head of a dragonfly? I can see antennae on it. It’s something I enjoy doing, playing with images.
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I was playing with a similar face to the previous one, and wanted a change of style and mark making. More patterned, lines, dots and dashes. Trying to get a feeling of age. The grey areas were done by wetting a brush and running it over the papers surface. Spreading the black ink gently into the shadows.
Age seemed an appropriate title.
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