I've been trying to strike a balance between structure and looseness. Sitting in the car waiting for my chickadees to come out of a movie matinee, I had the time to sketch the building. This was my third big sketch of the day, and by far my favorite.
Better than sitting in the lobby, drooling from the popcorn smell.
Still board the other night, I set myself to sketch the dog (I love his floppy ears). Then he moved. So I started to sketch his cute nose. Then he moved again. I worked extra fast to finally get him done.
Then I was still bored, so I picked up my husbands shoe, inspired by Andrea Joseph from Sketchbook Skool.
I am really enjoying my Cousin Maude journal! How smart of me to make it. Who know I had that kind of insight into exactly what I would want now?
I want to sketch and watercolor all the time now, but my brain freezes up and decides there is nothing new to see. Last night I sat in my favorite spot and finally said - well, just pick something already! So the books were it.
I am particularly proud of the water bottle and the clear plastic cup. I got a little fussy but whatever. Sometimes it's better to fuss on the page than at people.
All my chicks are home. Whoever had the idea that children should go out in the world and live their own lives has a lot to answer for.
In celebration of this happy event, I sketched.
I sketched the peach I started to eat because the flowers weren't drying fast enough. I smudged the flowers because the peach didn't dry fast enough.
These flowers are from a photograph from the blog PaperHelen, pictures taken at a farmer's market. I could go to a farmer's market, but they wouldn't have had this bouquet and that's what I wanted to sketch. I like her eye on things.
I'm trying to learn patience. It doesn't come easily. Maybe I need to move to a drier climate. I'm sure that would be a reasonable solution.
Have a good weekend. I'm going to spend mine poking my chicks. I like the peep peep peep noises they make. Before they thwack me upside the head.
Busy days. My son started back to school today (he is in an extended calendar program). Tomorrow I pick up my eldest daughter from her summer job. We've been swapping rooms and cleaning out corners. The junk of life.
From MAM's class, I've been trying to practice lettering. I love the look in people's sketchbooks when they write swirling or bold letters as captions. I am just not inspired by my own creations. Who knows, maybe it will grow on me. I'm willing to sit still and see what happens.
We take a bi-annual field trip to a big NC antiques festival (I don't know why they call it a festival. There's no cake. How can it be a festival without cake? And funnel cake doesn't count. Even if they had it, which I don't think they do,which proves my point. No cake, no festival). I have learned to take my camera. I want to sketch, but I can only hold out so long in that much traffic and I wouldn't get to move around the way I like, on the hunt. So anyway, I take my camera and I come home with dozens of collections. Lots of shiney things in attractive groupings. One photo this year was a table spread out with glass, is it depression class? - I'm not sure. It's very colorful and inspiring but I don't really need to take more than the photo home with me. And I decided to use that to practice my new take on watercolor.
As a representation of the glass, it's terrible. Wouldn't sell a thing.
But I was very happy with my reflection effects.
Although for some of them you kind of have to be a radiologiest to figure out what I was aiming for. Kind of step back, squint, and use your imagination.
This whole layering thing takes time, and when I have time, I consider, which is dangerous. In this case, my waiting wandering eye took me to the upper left hand corner, which seemed too light, so I stuck in some plates and another vase (I think it's a vase, let's call it a vase).
The placement of the glassware had more to do with my impusive pen, and less to do with where they were in the photo. But they would have correlated better if I'd had time to stop and rearrange them at the festival. Which was not, after all, a festival seeing about the lack of cake and all.
Seeing the final page made me so happy I forgot about the whole cake fiasco, until now.
I decided to start a new journal. Although I already have three going. Or four, depending on how you count. Or I guess that would be five if you counted that way, but hey, if you have five, why not six? This is the way my brain works.
I have my selfie project, with some random digressions as needed, and my digression journal that has become my practice-lettering-with-a-dip-pen journal, and the journal that I'm using to practice ideas from sketchbookery and sketchbook skool. And then there is the one that is tucked in the car for emergencies and the catch-all...
But this, this is Cousin Maude, who I made two years ago. I was taking Mary Ann Moss's Remains of the Day on-line class, and made several. They have been waiting, fidgeting, wondering and now Maude's time has come. Here is her first appearance. Here is the post I did at her construction. I enjoy constructing these journals as much as I like working in them. Some people don't, and so they have to be really motivated to get the thread and needle and straight edge and japanese hole puncher out. It takes the merest whiff of a new sheet of paper, and suddenly I'm knee deep in signatures and linen thread.
But I digress.
She is filled with 140 lb. watercolor paper (I didn't make a note of the brand at the time, so I will have to look for a watermark. It's taken a while, but I've gotten better at keeping track of these things since I am learning what a difference the paper makes). She also has scraps of photos and paper sewn in, along with some pages of pictures of my own handicrafts that I printed on heavier paper from my printer. I love the images I chose and the weight of the paper and the size, which is a little small but very manageable for me right now. It's about 7 1/2 by 5" which makes a good 10" spread when open. I am edging larger, but this will work for now.
One of the things I want to learn is how to control the water/pigment ratio better so I don't get blooming or other problems. Unless I want blooming, which is what I was exploring with these flowers.
I don't know what kind of flower they are, except the kind that bloom in my brain.