Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Being on planes for about 20 hours in the last two weeks gives me time to listen to books and to doodle. I got this great new sketchbook that I bought on line at Etsy, and have been taking it with me everywhere. It's so great, lots of different kinds of paper in one book, handy size, interesting looking with little pockets in the front and back and an elastic band.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Oh boy - what a topic. My hands...my face...
I just got home from London today - the laundry is going and I've been on the phone with cousins and family about getting help in the house for Dad. Lots of decisions to make!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
From my "Learning to Draw Animals" - a lean and questioning cat. Since I drew him, I've added a background and some other bits, but still no decent scanner, that will have to wait until I get home next week.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
After today I am off to Sarasota for Passover with my immediate family and about 50 other extended family members. It should be fun...I hope! After that, I'm off to the UK for a week, and am planning to meet up with the wonderful and famous Forever Young!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
I used colored pencils and oil pastels and tissue paper and glue. I think Mom will love it for Mothers day.
Now I've got to do one for my mother in law...
I'll miss the site; when I first found it I was exhilarated, here were people who were actually laughing at themselves, which I love. Lately it has become more of a "real" art site, and my pencil sketches just weren't working for me on the topics posted. I needed more time for interpretation and work...and the time just isn't available. But I remember feeling that I didn't have enough angst for the site, and Steve telling me to "DIG DEEP AND FIND YOUR ANGST" - which is actually helpful advice. (I dug deep and found some, but its pretty innocuous stuff), and the time when by mistake I posted a picture of some little pink polyester purses that some friends had bought me from Asia, (I had promised the kids that I would post the pictures on "the Internet" and they were excited and I meant to post them on my blog but messed up) and Steve was like "who is this idiot posting this shit" and sweet Fern emailed me to say.."ah, Mim...did you mean to post these pictures?" Then there is Jeannette, who basically thinks I'm a fool, but is pleasantly surprised when I do something halfway decent, and grudgingly let's me know.
So that's it. Thanks to all for that site, it's been real.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
I come from an extended family of doctors, and medical practitioners…except for my mom, who was a singer, and an ‘artistic’ person. Mom married out of the faith, and we kids were subject to constant reminders that Mom could have married this or that Doctor or dentist, and if only she had how wonderful it would have been. It was instilled in me by my extended family that Art was NOT something that you do for a living. And in the way of children, I set out to prove that Mom’s choice of career and marriage was validated – my brother and I were set to do science from day 1. He’s a Doctor and I’m a Clinical Chemist. Good children.
Despite family influences I had an artistic inclination and tried art classes through my school years, and loved them all… but it “wasn’t a career” so I just played. After college – nothing really, no time!. Too busy getting married, building a career, buying and fixing up a house etc, etc.
So what got me started on this recent road? I still don’t know the absolute trigger, but there were a number of small things that built up.
1) My dog of 15 years died and we didn’t rush out and get another one, so I had nothing to care for and take for walks etc. Lots of free time.
2) My dear friend Isabel died of larynx cancer. A terrific artist and designer she was always encouraging me with fabric arts, and a general artistic environment. I missed her inspirations.
3) I broke my leg in 2005 and was incapacitated for 12 weeks and permanently limited in some ankle movement, which limited my desire and ability to take long walks or go to some of those active gym classes.
4) My sister in law died in January 2006 - another big hole left in my life.
5) We moved to a new house and I finally had some space. Old house was tiny, less than 900 sq ft of space aside from bedrooms and a basement that had dirt floors and stone walls. New house has big room, and a full dry basement begging to be used.
It was after my sister in law died that I really got started with art projects. Here I was with no dog, missing close friends, a gimpy leg and a lot of time on my hands. I was at Michael’s art store and saw a book about decoupage, and cigar boxes. I bought the book and supplies and was off like a shot.
It has all settled down
So today, I am more settled with some specific passions. Little drawings, ATC’s, colored pencils and continued learning. I have SO much stuff that isn’t useful to me anymore, and it’s all going to the Goodwill. Lot’s of sparkles and glitter glue (don’t laugh).
Embellishments and other crap. I feel more comfortable with drawing, but still don’t call myself an artist. I have a lot to learn, and feel comfortable enough to sign up for classes now. I am constantly thinking of ideas, and writing them down. I have started two books, and that is harder creative work than anything else. I draw on the weekends and doodle or sew during the week. I would love a week away with just art to learn and do. Maybe it’s years of ideas just flowing out, maybe I just have ADD. I don’t know…and don’t care. I’m happy.
Did this answer your question Michele? It was fun to research and write so thanks for the inspiration.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
I was at a friends house last night using her husbands computer (mine is down). You know how things pop up automatically when you start typing in the address panel? Well, some pretty nasty porn sites started popping up.
I was shocked. I don't know what to do. Is this guy a sleeze or not? On the surface, he is fine, but I was uncomfortable with what I was seeing.