|bother and sister with Betty Crocker started….|
|an assortment of drawing surfaces|
I love to draw and am very proficient at it. Not only does it come naturally to me, but I also spent some intensive years in Drawing classes in Art School. Then for many years, I did not draw very much though I continued to paint. Last year, helping my son prepare a drawing portfolio, got me re-interested. I took him to a life model drawing session nearby so I could instruct him and he could draw. At one session, I paid the fee and drew too. It was fun at first, but not really compelling and I began to feel bored. He went off to art school, and I spent the next winter making several detailed large drawings of my children and my house. It was heavenly to be drawing again. The figure-drawing sessions loomed in my memory. I challenged myself to think of a way to get interested in “drawing naked ladies” again, like we did so much in art school. And then I thought of drawing on found materials with ink if necessary. I had a large atlas of maps and I attended one session and tried it out. It was definitely interesting.
Getting ready to leave for a figure drawing session this past Sunday morning, I opened the recycling bin in front of my house …I was in need of diverse surfaces on which to draw. The materials inside were actually quite inspiring…butter packages that I imagined prying apart to draw n the inside grayish-brown cardboard surface that would be such a nice geometric yet fairly rectangular shape. Then there were lots of cereal boxes; I wondered if I would decide to draw in ink on the outside or again try working on the more uniform surface inside. I already had some materials gathered in my studio. I collected it all into a portfolio and went off to the session.
I brought regular white drawing paper too, but you know what? I did not use it. It was really exciting and interesting and rewarding to draw on all the found surfaces. I started out with 1 minute gesture drawings on data pages from the large atlas that I am slowly pulling apart…I have used the pages for folding home-made berry cartons, and drawing on maps. Then a five minute drawing on a map followed by another 5 minute drawing inside an Annual Report…This seemed like a wonderful place to secret beautiful intimate drawings of nudes….I will bring it again and work on filling the pages with drawings.
The highlight of the morning was definitely the nude on the white corrugated cardboard above. The holes that are punched through the drawing vie for attention with the tonal pencil drawing of a standing nude woman. I recognized immediately that this was very successful.
Next week, we will have a male model..I will have to decide if he belongs in the Annual report or should it be all women. I lean towards all women. A naked man has a different relationship to all those stocks and bonds I think.
|the “wetlands” behind my house|
I attend my last “native plant” class today. This will be our 6th session, meeting once a month during the growing season to “meet” about a dozen plants a session. These plants are full of nutrients and medicinal properties and they grow around the house and along the edges of the roads…. Last month, we did something different; leading and being led, with our eyes closed and without language, through the woods. When it was my turn to close my eyes, I at first felt unsure, and then as I walked along with my companions’ hands guiding my arms, I grew more at ease, trusting their pace and the subtlities of the pressures of their hands on my arms…and then a most amazing experience swept over me. I would think that I sensed sunlight, or deep shadow, and then I found myself experiencing ideas of being next to a driveway under a tree, or being in “the” backyard and it was sunny just ahead of me. It felt like clear physical memories without any idea of naming places or events. I felt so grateful for being able to feel this that I wanted to cry. Does my body have a deep well of experiential memory? I have never felt this before…it is akin to the feeling one gets by shutting ones eyes and counting ten calming breaths; the sudden remembrance of being in one’s body more than in one’s brain, as we mostly are.
|rubber rage? along the route to NC in Delaware (I think)|
So, I am struggling to regain space in my computer so as to transfer some video footage for a job, and I find myself finally culling through the files and piles of images that my family of 6 has amassed and “dumped” into the computer….To be perfectly honest, it is mostly myself and my 13 year old son who are the villains here. He takes tons of photos….and unfortunately, a great proportion of them are worth looking at. So here are two that particularly caught my eye.
|This makes me want to stretch a canvas in these dimensions and channel Botticelli or Fra Angelico….|
|artist sketch of “Bug Cinema”|