In my Thursday art class we are encouraged to exactly replicate a picture from a supplied photograph. I dutifully duplicate the demonstration: background wash, then careful detail of the main subject until the entire paper is covered. Admittedly, several new, interesting techniques have been acquired.
B.U.T.
Hard though I’ve tried, I have not yet managed to catch my creative heart before it sinks to the depths of my boots every week. Although each picture I’ve produced may have been technically correct, the results have rendered me miserable. So that’s why you haven’t seen any of them.
Show me a picture that appears unfinished and I’m excited. I want to make the paint dance on the paper – my pictures to look spontaneous, loose, raw and expressive. Less is more. If I HAVE to put in background detail, it has to be minimal.
Easier said than done. Here’s one of the cards I made to wish my friends a ‘hoppy birdie’. Looks simple? This was my eighth attempt. But I achieved what I was after in the end and I’m pleased with this picture at last.
Using the unpredictable wet in wet technique I first painted the entire shape of the bird’s pencil-drawn body. Then I lightly traced a brush loaded with pale yellow along the edge of the bird’s tummy, turned the paper upside down and watched as the yellow found it’s way towards the head, fading as it traveled. I added a splodge of darker yellow, a dab of orange and finally yellow ochre. Pleasingly, they melded together without much persuasion. Once dry I pulled the image together with dark brown ink.
I should preface this post with a WARNING for those of you that scare easily. Seriously. You should leave. Immediately. Now!
Are you still here? Oh well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.
I’m a bit early, but here’s something to distract you from the shortening days, the threat of colder weather and looming Christmas shopping.
Although we British don’t properly embrace Halloween, it is becoming increasingly popular amongst teenagers for party themes.
Do you see where this is going? Ghosts and ghouls, bats, owls, skeletons and skulls. You still have time to escape.
This week my busy schedule didn’t allow for a picture. So I wondered whether painting my son’s face and messing up his hair counts as a creative activity?
For this I have stretch marks?
Should I have taken the first face-painting session (below) as a prophetic sign of the future?
My wonky picture of a radio illustrates how I felt when starting this blog back in May of this year. Rather like fiddling with the dial on an old battered shortwave radio that wasn’t quite on the station, with plenty of static. I did not have a clue. And I was terrified about putting my stuff on show.
There was no need to worry, as I discovered. My flabber has been utterly ghasted (I’m taking anti-biotics for it) by the encouragement, warmth and generosity shown to me by my fellow bloggers. You all know who you are. On an almost daily basis, I’m inspired, stimulated and influenced (and often intimidated) by the abundant wealth of artistic talent out there.
What a truly fantastic bunch you all are.
Once I started tuning in properly, the tips, techniques and opinions began to come in loud and clear.
This post was composed yesterday. Just before publishing it today, I saw Anya Galkina’s latest post where her purple prose (cola-fuelled) says “…art is a conversation between souls.” And I’m tuning in, tuning in slowly like a radio (radio, radio, radio).
Another reason I chose to paint this radio was to practise the wet-on-wet technique – hugely inspired as I was by the quirky and humorous work of Karen Kurycki – her ‘Social Mixer’ being my favourite.
Literally, for days I’ve been working and working away at it. Heck! So many versions of this radio have been done that I’ve lost count. Although becoming more familiar with the technique there’s a very long way to go before I can come close to Karen’s immense skills.
But who knew that controlling and manipulating a bit of paint with water could be so, really, hugely, DIFFICULT??? Gaah!
Well I didn’t. But I do now!
What a relief that the boy has recovered from his throat infection. Six days is long enough to be cooped up with a mopey teenager.
It’s funny how grown up a fifteen year old can seem…until they feel unwell – then they can rapidly transform into their petulant ten year old selves but with the addition of hormones and plenty of attitude.
My alcohol intake probably needs to be increased. Did I say that out loud?
To reward my self-restraint and to remind myself of the sweet side of his nature I did some colouring-in from a favourite photograph of my son.
I often take ages creating an image, only to ruin it in the final stages. This was hurriedly finished to get it scanned before the shop closed for the weekend so it’s a bit weird and the hair isn’t high enough – but I was quite interested to contrast the smooth, careful watercolour pencil marks with quick, rough oil pastel lines. Haven’t decided if I like this effect yet.
The way he was behaving I was tempted to colour the eyes red and draw a pair of horns atop his head. To give credit where it is due, however, I’m pleased to report that he did have the strength of character to think about his behaviour, then apologised and admitted that he’d behaved like a prize prat.
The photograph below is how he prefers to be depicted. *Wanders back to wine bottle*
It’s officially autumn. I hope that you are enjoying an equally bracing September morning wherever you are today – we are chipper and crisp here in not-quite-London.
I’ve been doing my best blue-arsed fly impression, busily buzzing about hither, but mostly thither. When I wasn’t hand-wringing the omega 3 oils from a mackerel I was covering chair seats and baking puddings in readiness for the arrival of good friends. Not sure that fancy creamy confections count as a creative piece.
So as there was no time to draw or paint anything, a rummage through my photos from last year produced this seasonally apt photograph, which I again tweaked with Adobe Fireworks. The poem is also mine, forsooth.
Today I had fun with these blobs of colour. My inspiration was the colour wheel that Carol King painted so well I assumed it was the main image for her post.
Also I had to try out some art supplies bought last week from an amazingly affordable shop conveniently situated right next to the London Portrait Gallery.
I painted a water circle on the paper and allowed two opposite colours to merge together making a third colour…which was surprisingly difficult to do.
This little exercise was so much fun that I had a go at painting some bubbles which I then tweaked in Adobe Fireworks for a new blog header image. Not sure if I’m happy with it yet but it’s good to have a change.
So here are my non-masterpieces where I was simply having fun. They don’t look as good on my computer. No comments required…there’s really not much to be said about a few paint splodges.
Sincerely. I state that I’m not happy with these illustrations – not as a fishing expedition for flattering comments. Definitely Not. The most important thing about them to me is that I really enjoyed playing around with pen and ink.
Parts of them please me whilst others are a bit naff. They are exercises – part of the learning process. Realising that getting frustrated at not being able to run is pointless – best that I learn to walk first.
Leonard Cohen was right when he poetically stated:
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”
I think I was attempting to do cross contour drawing, which is best explained by art teacher and supportive blogger, Leslie Paints whose site is filled with useful information.
Thanks to Stephen Quirke, I’m starting to appreciate the value of making several studies of the same subject. With each new study, the brain percieves and absorbs a fresh way of depicting certain aspects of the image – eventually making it possible to produce an image that brings together all those elements.
Apart from ink, I also experimented using coffee to give a sepia effect as my brown ink has an orangey tone – compliments the brown link text in my blog theme too.
I just know you’re itching to discover what my inspiration was for these images.
Hello Earthlings.
Remember when I used to create images and post them here?
Herewith the end results of my doodles…at last!
Self doubt is a tenacious monster if you allow it in.
And it’s always hungry.
THWOCK!!! BLEEEURRRGH!!!!
Struggling as I am to find my illustrating ‘style’ I’m aware that there is too much detail and that rather like wearing too much makeup, it can detract rather than enhance. Must simplify! The more I learn the more I realise I need to learn.
My aim is to focus on drawing better lines…which is where my next art course comes in – and today I changed it for one that is more advanced with a slightly longer day. Roll on September!
And here (as requested by Anya Galkina) is proof of my struggles and self-doubt. I began with pen and ink then watercolour and experimented with watercolour crayons to enhance tiny details.
There are those creative people who seem able to produce a constant flow of images…
…. and then there is me.
I’m creatively constipated.
I’ve tried to keep myself regular by drawing, painting and looking at art for inspiration but the block stubbornly remains.
Undoubtedly the disruption to artistic flow has been influenced by a constant whirl of activities, responsibilities, a severely strained left foot, dreadful toothache, antibiotics and a demanding teenager who doesn’t appreciate that there is more to my existence than attending to his every whim.
Resuming my art classes in September is sure to have a positive effect on the frequency – as will my son’s return to full time education.
Fingers crossed that posting one of my first ever pen and ink drawings will have a laxative effect.
On my creativity! Not on you catching sight of this aggressive-looking image. Grrr!
The great thing about images is that they don’t always need words to explain them.
The first two images were idea-doodles that I later decided to turn into…..
…the drawings that you see below.
I plan to produce a set of three detailed pen and ink illustrations – but as the images began in my head I needed to refer to something – can’t rub inky mistakes out with an eraser.
There’s no special ‘technique’ to my drawing and my style varies quite a lot, depending on what is called for. I’ve had no formal training and have honestly never given it much thought. I just enjoy myself. Sometimes I print out images from the internet as a means of reference and do my best to interpret what my eyes are looking at. On this occasion, as the drawings seem to have taken on a few reptilian characteristics I’ll print out some lizards or crocodiles to ensure that I depict the warty scales correctly.
Here I used an ordinary Parker propelling pencil that I’ve had for years and hardly ever used. It gives a pleasing, even tone that isn’t too dark and it doesn’t require constant sharpening. Near the end I used a Faber Castell B8 pencil to accentuate the darker areas. This morning I bought my first ever set of pure graphite sticks so am looking forward to trying them out.
There was one interesting thing that I experimented with. After sharpening my B8 pencil, on a whim I thought I’d try sweeping a paintbrush through the attractive shavings and shading areas with the pencil dust. You can’t really see the results on the exposed eyeballs in the lower picture as I used my pencil point over it. I’ll be sticking to the conventional method of shading, but it was worth a try.
If these drawings have intrigued you and you’re wondering what it is I’m trying to illustrate…then you’ll have to be patient. I haven’t started the pen & ink versions yet and as I’m still unsure what I’m doing with ink they may not be very successful.
So please, don’t hold your breath, you could do yourself some damage.
Did I begin this post by saying that images didn’t require words? Oh well.
