New paintings and regular art updates.
I write about so many things.
Pour out words on the page.
My mind is full of thoughts
Too many to control
They fly out of my eyes,
My ears.
Where to stop?
Someone suggested deleting posts..
Should I remove them?
Cut back, reduce them?
Take the time to edit.
Or just leave them.
Enough or too much?
I will give it thought.
Where to start a story? From experience? Imagination, or a bit of both?
This was my first panel in a 9-panel illustration. You may have seen it on another blog page. Where could this go? My idea was about the problem of hoarding in the present day, consumerism, the need to have objects to comfort you. But maybe it could have gone a different route. Perhaps she visits an antiques fair and finds an undiscovered painting or a jewel that has been thought of as trash. Maybe she goes to a secondhand shop and discovers a first edition book by H Ryder Haggard. Or adds some new kittens to her family.
Is she alone, does her collection cause a conflict with relatives. Has she got enough money to feed her collecting hobby? Where does she fit all of her belongings? She might have a lock up garage that is broken into causing despair when her family heirlooms go missing. Perhaps she meets a like minded collector or the Police investigate her for keeping stolen goods?
Maybe, even, it could be a murder mystery, a jeweled dagger is amongst the effects she receives following the death of a maiden aunt from Glastonbury? Why Glastonbury? Because I’ve always wanted to visit it!
I am doing a college course in illustration and as far as I’m aware we are supposed to be doing working drawings, just drafts, so I’ve done a lot of doodles and drawings, trying ideas and layouts. But when I looked at what my fellow students have done everything looks fully worked up. I’m questioning whether I have missed the brief? I can only do what they ask. Quite worried now.
Do you ever just get stuck in your thoughts. Lost and not quite sure what to do or where to go. Marathon prevarication. Held back by thinking too much. And heat doesn’t help. You wait in hope that it might cool down. Your mind isn’t working, it’s fused in place, clunking, square thoughts jammed in a round hole. You just want to break out of it. Find a way through. Maybe in a while I will feel more like myself.
Look at me? Can you see my face? Am I man or cat? Or cyclops? So many options and shapes.
Photo rotated and mirrored. Blue grey clouds and salmon pink sky. Totem or monster alien. Unknown sea creature. Ent? Your choice. Playing and experimenting to create alien images.
Wrinkles?
What are they for?
And going grey
What is the point?
Feeling worn out
Losing my mojo
Growing tired
But I ain’t dead yet
I have knowledge
I see patterns in history.
No not grey
Precious silver
Or platinum.
Not wrinkles
But the map of my life.
Strong like a diamond
Moulded by the pressure
Of living.
Reflection of two ducks, turned through 90°. Somehow it became an otter or a beaver? Eyes, nose, mouth, pale fur. Maybe even some ears? Above it I can see some sort of dark eyed creature. Two large eyes and a pale button nose? Arms stretching out to either side of the picture. Ready to pounce on the otter head?
So many questions, imagination can be surprising, finding odd creatures in pattern, Pareidolia….
Digital faces, played with in the Layout app. I think this is a couple of years old. I think I did the original drawing in ArtRage oils. To me this feels ancient and modern. I’m thinking of iconic mediaeval paintings. Also with the faces without eyes I somehow think of Heironymous Bosch? Weird images. The columns also make me think about columns of figures in stained glass windows. Each face is the same image, imagined and representing a female face. I did not try to interpret it or give an explanation when I made this image. Perhaps I needed a couple of years to think about it!
My phone is full
The woman said
It’s full of dreams
And other stuff..
Of melodies
And games
And names
Conversations
I can’t leave.
My pictures are
My memories!
My phone is full
I can’t discard
My life!
Down the hill
Round the bend
Over the valley
Where will it end?
Up and down
Across the land
Never ending?
Or lost in time.
This road has a start
But where does it go.
Ever on
Until tomorrow!
