Now showing at Crema Coffee Co. 508 Danforth Ave Toronto
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So Alive! My Works in Progress are keeping me busy.
The love/heart…for more Charlie Whiskey pieces.
The rocket ship…well, that is another story.
On September 16, 2013, Small Print Toronto will be holding a benefit at The Gladstone, titled Storybook Confidential and I am donating a piece of art to the cause. Yup, a RocketShip!
So, please check it out for: lively literary locals, art, and indie music! I know I’ll be there!
I wanted to try something. I wanted to capture the beauty of the peonies growing in my garden. I didn’t want to press them. I didn’t want to paint them, or take their photo. I wanted to make them the art. So, I collected my materials: paper, fabric, tape, board, tiny little flowers…and a hammer.I’m not used to creating such sweet sentimental things. I have now made pretty pieces that my mother loves. Yet the whole time, I felt a little like Tyler Durden. Perhaps that is edgy enough.
Now for something totally silly!
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A recent life drawing session. I knew no one. We quietly set up our easels, boards, pencils and various other mediums. Jazz music playing. Our model, male, begins stretching. The older woman next to me utters, “I thought this was supposed to be nude life drawing? What the hell is this?’ She is upset and confused that the model is still wearing his clothes. We all settle in, he disrobes, and strikes a pose. We begin sketching. Our creative scratching is mixed with the programmed jazz playing from a laptop. The older woman asks if we like this music. We all appear to. She shakes her head, looks at the now naked man a few feet from her easel, ‘I think it’s vulgar.’
“One man’s vulgarity is another’s lyric.”
― John Marshall Harlan
This is turning into, ‘That Wilkie Girl’s Sketchbook Doodles Workbook’ blog! But heck, no reason I shouldn’t post such things…so I just will. (Photo work and other paintings are still staying close to home for now)
In my on-going-renewed-love-affair with watercolours, I tried something new…a portrait. I haven’t played with faces for, what seems like ‘ever; never mind a watercolour one. (Read: Im tres rusty). The mixing, the tones, the shadows; that was my focus.
So, while the swallows bravely visited me for crumbs on Crema’s patio and after I put down my new-used copy of Frannery O’Connor; I began a quick sketch of no one in particular. Then with a finger over the tip of my straw, I drew diluted iced-americano into my palate and mixed muted colours on a overcast afternoon.
That is what I made at my yard sale today…$1.50. Yes, it was a long weekend. No, I didn’t wrap the adjoining neighbourhoods in signage. Yes, I started early. No, I wasn’t selling hot ticket items (apparently). Yes, it was pretty pitiful. Yup.
But, I met a couple of new neighbours, I got in some sketchbook and painting time, and I hung out with my bff for a while. I’d say that was quality time…even if I didn’t make enough to buy more art supplies (sigh).
There is often a moment in learning something new when you are inclined to run back into your comfort zone and say; ‘I’m fine here, thx, go ahead without me.’ This is often pared with a nauseous feeling of dread. Alas, if we stayed in that comfort zone, we would not evolve; not as people or artists.
Today, I took my second workshop of the week. Yup, I’m in studious mode! It was a watercolour class that focused on creating glowing-like lights. Since light is so key to so much of what I do, this seemed a good workshop to take. And although I have been playing with my watercolours a lot lately, I was still tripped up with the fear of …’Oh god! I’m going to frak it up and I haven’t even dipped my brush yet!’ So, I breathed, relaxed, and thought; ‘frak it…just play!’ Basically, I reminded myself of my own advice…which, btw, totally worked.
The instructor was pleasant and informative. The group was small and focused. The atmosphere was ideal. I left learning a few tricks (mad skills in the works), remembering how awful quality watercolour paper smells (wet farm dog-ish) but is worth it, and that you should trust your instincts. If you think you should stop; stop.
As for painting my rocket-ships; don’t see that stoping anytime soon.