Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
"We Three"
Sunday, January 16, 2011
What you can do with an Anthropologie catalog and a few minutes in art class...
Thursday morning, our erstwhile teacher wanted us to work BIG, so she gave us these enormous pieces of newsprint and let us have at it. I know from previous classes that newsprint is best with charcoal, and ink, surprisingly. I didn't bring any ink, so I delved into the vine charcoal, opened the catalog I had put in my bag, and began. The first drawing was the lower right, the girl in the environment. Of course, in the picture, the environment was bigger, the girl smaller, but hey, this is MY interpretation. Okay, I didn't notice that little anomaly until I have finished the sketch, and I know no one looking at it would be comparing it to the original, so I left it that way. My favorite part of this was the shoes. You know how I love shoes as a subject. They are so homely, shoes. The most challenging was the angel statue. Then I added the bust, and about that time, teacher reminded us that we needed to tie it all together, so I put in the second figure, who kind of ran off the page, but that seemed to be an asset, and the shelf with the wonky bowls. It was great to be back into sketching with charcoal. It is such a fun and messy medium, so expressive. And that is me, expressive, forget-about-reality-and-join-me-in-the-lalaland-I-live-in-and-enjoy. I felt all freed up when I left. Well, I was already out of it, and on my way to the Dr. Perhaps that is why I got such satisfying stuff down onto the paper. Art is best when mindless for me.
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