Monday, August 29, 2016

time has come



'The time has come,' the walrus said, 'to talk of many things: of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings.' Lewis Carroll




The time has come to review past months and explain a bit where I have been, yours truly, the intrepid sketchbook artist.
Is intrepid the right word? Would Lewis Carroll have used the word intrepid?  Maybe intrepidishly or intrepisomely with a lot of jabberwocky added.

I broke my wrist in May, hanging an art show for my students at Naperville Classical Academy. I was stepping off a ladder and missed the bottom rung. I continued to be intrepid, adventuresome, heroic, even a bit reckless in the last days of teaching and in making more artwork.  Not to give myself too much credit for being lion-hearted, I only broke my left wrist, the sprained part hurt the most, and I am right-handed. Although it is kind of surprising how many daily actions take two functioning hands to manage. Buttoning my jeans, unbuttoning anything, changing diapers, tying shoelaces, and measuring a teaspoon of vanilla for chocolate chip cookies were some challenges.








Speaking of changing diapers, I have been occupied with so many many diapers these past months. I am now the grandmother of five little people. Here I am photographed holding two of them, babysitting while wearing my cast. The newest grandbaby is two months old now, sketches or something to record her beautiful newness are coming to this blog eventually.









A great many things are in transition right now, the addition of all these new little people in my life have added wonderful joyful complications. But complications must be considered. I have changed my art studio completely around this summer. After reading KonMari Kondo's book on de-cluttering, I have been valiantly trying to make my studio space more of a calm environment to seclude myself and paint.





I tend to do a lot of my sketching sitting at the kitchen table or outdoors while watching the grandkids, or waiting for naps to finish.

I like to be able to look out the window a lot and draw in natural light from life and it is inspiring to be surrounded by so much life.




Rhino by Janice Skivington (after Albrecht Durer)

Thursday, August 18, 2016

spikes of Blue

"Yet here are blossoms that seem loth to fade.
New spikes of blue have these Delphiniums made:
Hard by is yellow like a golden sun;"
Robert Henry Forster

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

a hot August sun

 Reminding myself that no matter how sultry these days in August are the winter is not far away. Found this gloomy sketch in my earlier sketchbook and went outside to feel the burning sun on my face with pleasure.

Friday, August 12, 2016

pleasure

Draw your pleasure, paint your pleasure, and express your pleasure strongly.
-Pierre Bonnard

Monday, July 25, 2016

time

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.  Bertrand Russell


















My best time, drawing from life.


Sunday, May 8, 2016

Mothers everywhere

Here is another "mothering" image that I have illustrated. This artwork is from a book that I illustrated for Concordia Publishing titled "Where do babies come from?"
I have always been a staunch breastfeeding advocate and so my personal opinion is stated in my art here.

Mother's Day is every day

I drew this illustration for LadyBug Magazine a few years ago.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

hearing colors

Listening to Spem in Alium live in choral concert. Sketch drawn using Sketchbook for Samsung on my Galaxy phone.

Synesthesia is a neurological phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway.
People who report a lifelong history of such experiences are known as synesthetes.

I attended a choral concert this past weekend and while listening to this piece by Thomas Tallis  Spem in Alium , I experienced the phenomena of synesthesia. This composition must be sung by 40 voices, there are 40 different parts that are sung together. 
   Besides having chills in my spine from the beauty of the music, I could hear and see colors all over the room. As usual, I was sketching while listening to the music.