When I was young I spent hours doodling and colouring books. My absolute favourite thing was drawing from comic books and creating characters and fantasy art. This was when I would get into that ‘flow’ that everyone is talking about these days. This passion waxed and waned through teen years but it never died.
At 19 we had just moved to America and I started my first job here. I used to sketch while working on big smelly machines. One day I was fully engrossed in sketching a Grimm Reaper, my manager decided I must be suicidal and therefore needed to see company shrink. That right there was a defining moment for me.
I started to hide my art unless it was more uhm you know, main stream. When I entered art school fantasy art was frowned on so I learned the more traditional. As I aged I moved further away from what I used to enjoy, as well as being pushed to be an ‘adult’ get a real job be responsible, don’t be a starving artist. I felt that childlike creative wonder disappear.
It’s only as I look old age in the face I realize Duh! Do what you love. I love painting nature from my photos. But I love, love creating characters, fantasy now using digital but can’t always do it from my imagination anymore, it’s like a word on the tip of your tongue but you just can’t think of it, finding it difficult to have those amazing thoughts and ideas I had as a kid.
With the new popularity of game and comic book art I wonder what I’d be doing now if I were not made to feel ‘bad’ about my art. Damn! I could be working for Blizzard or Pixar I so want to work for Pixar or Skywalker when I grow up……too cool.
Has your creativity been questioned, have you been able to keep that childlike imagination and creativity alive? And if so what practices do you use. Or have you found that age and responsibility have you feeling a little dried up!
It’s been a long cold snowy winter here in the northeast. But yesterday and today the sun shone brightly and the temps were above 40.
I do quite well when the sun shines. After months of being sick acute asthmatic bronchitis. I was feeling very energetic and decidedly creative. I decided to take on a much larger painting.
The living room.
Of course the fact they drilled holes in every wall and did a so so job spackling also pushed me to paint. I just couldn’t stand the white uneven blotches every where.
I started around 9am I moved all the furniture from one wall at a time. Using sand paper I started on each wall wiped them down, and swept the floor, there went my breathing again. With trusty angled brush in hand I gave the walls a quick brush for dust then painted all the edges, then I rolled the walls with touch ups here and there.
Figured while I was at it I would spring clean and move all the furniture. I finished the entire room by around 7:30 pm. Where I collapsed on the chair cuppa tea in hand. The colour is bright and cheery, well I think it is and it’s a lovely backdrop to the pastel I did (my version of a Mary Cassatt). Could be a touch too much for some. But I am finding it calming and I feel inspired to paint on a canvas now.
It’s now 2 days later, I don’t think there is a muscle in my body that isn’t screaming – what were you thinking spring clean, move furniture, sand and paint all in one day………
I just got back from my yearly trip to Florida. I look forward to this every year, I knew this one would be a bit different, so wasn’t as excited as I usually am – but it was still a good one.
I soo needed this break to recharge my batteries. It’s been a tough year both personally and professionally. The paying job is very stressful and wears me down. This causes a lack of creativity which is what keeps me sane.
The 7 days of warm sun on my face and being able to sit outside on the patio was just wonderful. I did take my sketch book everywhere I went but I didn’t sketch, though I did take lots of photos. I found my mind wandering to all sorts of creative projects/ideas. A free mind.
I returned feeling refreshed and stress free with the ideas firmly in place. I still had a few more days off before having to go back ‘there’ so have been able to sort the photos into idea folders for both digital collages and sketches.
My favourite photo subjects are animals and nature. I got some good shots. To stave of the cold of the northeast and the stress of that place I am getting some of my best photos printed and will spend my lunch hour sketching. These are a few I liked, the colour of the flamingo and plant and the way this seal was watching and chasing that bird made me laugh.
Open wings and take flight.
So its been a bit of a long few weeks. I am your typical have a full time and a part time job, single parent of 2 amazing girls all while trying to be a sucessful artist, phew! I have noticed I think less and less about art with the games and stress that come with office politics. Sooo, I made a big decision last week, I quit the part time job. It was very scary, because its that little bit extra that keeps us almost in the black 🙂
Its been a week now and wow, the feeling of relief, like a huge weight has been lifted, I think my hair is even returning to its natural colour instead of that odd silver stuff that just keeps appearing. I have laughed, spent some one on one time with the kids and didnt get distracted by stuff, I even felt like cleaning, yes I said cleaning. But, most of all I have wanted to paint, and write and just create. The ideas are flowing. I am even working on a logo for my daughter who is starting a website/blog for her new business. The Scenic Root. She makes the most wonderful miniature gardens which have appeared both on a local TV news channel and newspaper.
Right now I am working on some idea for T-shirts for Redbubble, and maybe some traditional art for DeviantArt.
I feel great…..
I am putting together a plan, I am giving myself one full year of really trying to see if I can make anything work. Also alotting a day to each item. So Mondays are now going to be my blog day, whether it be writing or just reading all the wonderful posts out there or commenting to help my fellow artists. Tuesday will be update sites, wednesday photography day etc. etc. Sunday will be my all day art day…….no interruptions please……artist at play 🙂
I had been busy working on a pastel for a friend of her dog Jackson a jack Russell. I finally finished and wrote a piece. Since then I have been a bit stressed (work) so the creative juices came to a screeching halt.
While wandering around a lovely greenhouse in my area I took some quick photos of flowers and of this purple Iris, it was spectacular. Sent it over to Wally World with the intent of drawing or painting it. I wish I could explain more about my ‘job/boss’ then the screeching halt would make sense lol!
yesterday I heard a blurb of music on the TV “It’s my life, it’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive” yes, we all know Bon Jovi. But, damn, he has a point and one I keep forgetting. As a cancer survivor it’s not a thing I should forget. So juice or no, draw and keep moving, find passion, love it and own it!
So with my bum kick firmly in place ‘ouch’. I started a FB fan page for my art. Working on that was scary and fun. I have 3 likes which is kind if exciting and I get to follow other artists I enjoy. Juice is trickling yay! So plan is keep blogging creating connecting.
So now I am trying a newish medium for me. Coloured Pencil. I tried it years ago but it didn’t come out well. Hoping this time I can achieve what I’m looking for. Will post the Iris no matter what it looks like. After all it’s a learning process that keeps it flowing.
I have reached a short road block in my endeavor of one a week sketches. Life just keeps getting in the way. My current job is far from creative and I feel that burn out from it.
I was sitting at my desk sketchpad in front of me trying to come up with a creative idea any idea. As i sat playing with the pen and paper i remembered when I was a child I constantly doodled and drew on things. My dad and I used to play this game where we would draw squiggles and make it look like something, it was both game and contest. This always helped me in my thought process. So for the past few days I’ve been a squiggling like crazy, one of those darn squiggles will be an idea. In the mean time the memory of dad is making me feel pretty darn good.