The colors of fall…
We don’t necessarily get the brilliance of fall leaf color changes as seen in our more northern states, but we do have the varied yellow-brown, and brown-yellow combination. Mixed with other brown-yellows. Yes, you get the idea. But we have palm trees year-round and no snow blizzards, so who am I to complain about our limited leaf color palette?
So on my daily walks I have been bringing home the rare yellow-brown variety to sketch. 🙂 Happy Labor Day to all my fellow Americans. Enjoy the day… rest, play, create, and love. Cheers!
Hobonichi planner books and paint…
Nothing makes me happier than good, strong well-behaved paper. And for a mix of journaling art styles, which include calligraphy ink work occasionally, I find the Hobonichi can really take a lot of my abuse.
Several layers of acrylic paint? No problem for my Techo.
Black Uniball pen and muted watercolors in my Hobonichi planner. Random explorations with color and line.
There is a sense of play that mark making provides. It frees up expectations and allows the hand and mind to wander together on a page.
The beginning of a contemporary abstract painting…
Yesterday I was reorganizing the studio, going out to look at art supplies, and generally not painting anything at all. Some days you just can’t force the process–even with a painting deadline on the horizon. An artist learns to trust that ideas will happen only when the time is right…
But this morning the muse “magic” that totally defies logic kicked in at 5:30 am. Yes, creativity demanded attention–before coffee–before I felt even half-way human; yet, who am I to argue the time of day that inspiration decides to appear?
I figured if I could get this charcoal drawing idea out of the brain and on to my paper, then I could happily stumble to the kitchen and fix myself a cup of morning coffee.
So it happened. And the coffee was good. And the day will be filled with painting.