I too fell off the wagon a couple of days toward the end of the month, so have been working all weekend to compensate. Have started 3 nudes besides this girl.
Speaking of her, one of my biggest struggles is letting go and letting my work be free of old voices telling me what art "must be or it isn't art." So in all her imperfect glory . . . (Ink washes, charcoal, pastel on paper)
I will continue to work on the other 3 and post when they are ready to share.
Great work all! Thanks for the fun ride. S
3 comments:
We must've been posting at the same time!
She's lovely Shelli, has a Mattisse quality to her.
Hey, I hear those same voice tracks trying to define what art is. Lately when I get confused about it I go look at some of the Masters art works. Odilin Redon has been intriguing me lately. He's a master with color and impression. His work is also a bit of a mix between realism and non-representational. It's been encouraging me lately.
As a good friend told me, follow your own voice, as it is uniquely YOU!
I really like the feel of this, Shelli.
"old voices telling me what art "must be or it isn't art." oh yes, that old boogie.
That is in large part how Art-a-Day came to be. Here's a clip from one of my entries last year.
"What, I said to myself, if I "do" art without at the same time trying to justify myself as an artist? What if I simply show up and allow to happen whatever wants to happen?
I discovered it’s exceedingly fun. Without concern for if it’s good enough, sellable, valuable or worthy, I simply show up and take whatever action seems to present itself. When the insecurities show up I remind myself they don’t have a voice in the matter this month and it’s fun again."
Okay - so not always wildly fun, but sticking with the plan makes and enjoying the ride is pretty fabulous, I think.
I know what you mean. It only took me about 4 DECADES (and lots of therapy) to call myself an artist!
One of the best things that ever happened to me was doing pottery. I found the more I tried to control the process, the less I liked my pieces. When I finally let go of the outcome and just focused on loving and mastering the process regardless of outcome, I began to love many of the pieces that resulted. (And being cheap, I could throw all day long and just keep recycling the clay!)
Now I am working on how channel the same letting go with a paintbrush or pencil in my hand.
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