Monday, January 30, 2012

Turns out I can't do it!  Can't hang them up.  Was going to take a break, but now the painterly spirits are calling me back, sooner than I expected.  Carpe Diem, I guess.  Will see where this takes me.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Friday, January 27, 2012

In weird things that happen...

I was going to quote an obscurish poem this morning whose title I had written down, and put it aside.  Just went to the local library and bought a couple of old books.  One of them was an old poem anthology, and when I opened it up, the first page the book fell open to--lo and behold the poem from this morning!  HOW WEIRD is that?!!  So I will post it here; it must be a sign.

     Song

How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
     And tasted all the summer's pride
'Til the prince of love beheld
     Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew'd me lilies for my hair
     And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his garden fair,
     Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
     And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage
He caught me in his silken net,
    And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,
     Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
     And mocks my loss of liberty. 



                                      William Blake (1757-1827)
"A woman can say more in a sigh than a man can say in a sermon."
                                                                          
                                                                                      Arnold Haultain

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Figure challenge tonight

These were some challenging poses tonight!  They were incredibly difficult, but I hung in there and paddled on.  I think the feet shrunk on the first one; I really should get up on my own feet and stand to draw and paint to throw the perspective back in order.  Here they are:





Monday, January 23, 2012

"Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how...The artist never entirely knows.  We guess.  We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark."
                                                                                                              --Agnes de Mille

"As the reason destroys, the poet must create."
                                                                                                              --Wallace Stevens

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Drummer

Just finished this painting, "The Drummer."  I was at the Mehdi Cayenne Club concert a little while ago, and it was an up-close experience, with me snapping photos all over the place.  The drummer caught my attention because of the lights playing off of his hair, and the way he was really into the music.  I think my friend Susan who borrowed my camera a couple of times snapped this lucky one; not sure!  I really like the way it turned out, with the gaudy, bright lights balancing the fantastic mood of the musician.  Here it is:



Rideau Canal Skate

Fresh, crisp, awesome skate on the Rideau Canal today!!!  Found some muscles that I forgot I had.  Here's a pic of me pausing for a moment in my winter gear.  Love my Bauers!  Skate skate skate!!!



Thursday, January 19, 2012

"I like living.  I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."
                                                                                           
                                                                                                                         --Agatha Christie

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Figure tonight

Tonight the model had some painful-looking poses; they were quite intriguing.  There was a lot of musculature to deal with--not an easy feat!  But I'm always taken by challenges, so here's what happened:






Monday, January 16, 2012

In Broken Images by Robert Graves

He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.

He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.

Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.

Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.

When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.

He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.

He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.


And I found this quote:

"What we see in the mind is as real to us as what we see by the eye."
                                                                                  --Wallace Stevens      


Wednesday, January 11, 2012

A bit like Degas tonight

Here are the drawings from tonight's model; I've included four this time, even though they weren't finished because I think they have character.  One went a little Incredible Hulkish on me because of the mix of greens and reds which turned brown (but still has 'something' that intrigues me!), and in one the model got tired and so it was a great start, but, alas, no finish...





"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love."

Mother Teresa

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Saturday, January 7, 2012

One of the advantages of cross-country skiing is that you get up-close-and-personal with nature; I just saw some branches that had fine 'fur' on them that made them look like deer antlers.  Cool.  And a wicked orange sunset!

Friday, January 6, 2012

I sometimes wonder whether the people that inspire us ever think about the people they've inspired...

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Figure session two figures

This evening there was a pirate theme and two male models; they made for an interesting set-up!  There were some very athletic poses that must have been difficult to maintain.  I unfortunately forgot my watercolours and watercolour pencils, so had to go old-school and work with charcoal and pencil.  Here's what happened:


 
Brent and Gustavo


Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Painting Outline video

Here's a short video of the new painting I started; I hope to post some of the steps as I move along.



If you can't see it, click on the link above the picture.

How bizarre!  Can't see the painting in this format!  I'll post a picture/video of it.  Here's the link:

http://youtu.be/0QqUkzAMWr4

Monday, January 2, 2012

I finally picked up the paintbrush this evening!!!  Feeling better about creating again; just gotta pick the right mindset and DO IT.  Also feeling like silly poems and found this one (the paragraphs are a bit out of whack):

BY A HAIR'S BREADTH!
This tale unfolds a long time back,
When chivalry had not yet been given the sack,
In an old ruined tower, there lived a princess, beauty's child,
A perfect setting was the forest, untamed and wild,

There came along a prince on his customary horse,
Need I give you the rest of the sauce?
All was love and love was all,
And so the princess would let her hair fall,

Down from the window, down to the ground,
And up climbed the prince, never a sound,
For the princess was held captive, romantic enough,
And sad and sorrowful and all that stuff,

The only villain of the story, it seemed was the witch,
And by god, she was an itchy hitch!
But the prince, love awoke the lion in him,
And the daylights of the witch soon turned dim,

Then our prince and our princess, they set up their home,
And by sunset, she would, her crown of glory comb,
The prince loved the raven cascade, he banished hair pins,
And silver strings and pretty clips lay buried in the bins,

The princess, she made him dishes royale,
And so would have ended a happy tale,
But fate, ah cruel fate, delivered a punch,
for a strand of hair found its way to the prince's lunch,

Prince Charming, he read the newspaper, he never noticed,
Until stomach pain stormed him, gruesome and grotesque,
The physician was summoned, he shook his wise head,
There was nothing he could do, but ask the prince to stay in bed,

So Prince Apan De Zidis, for that was his name,
Lost his princess, but earned medical fame,
For after him was named a type of stomach pain,
Appendicitis was what it later became!

-- Submitted by Sowmya from Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India

And to balance it out, a more serious quote:

“Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.”
 
                                                                                                    John Lennon
Downtown and all the places closed that I needed...so I said, well, I'm using my $2 parking to take a frigid jaunt around the block.  And take some pictures.  Here they are.  Can you see me?  Of course you can, with frozen fingers.



Sunday, January 1, 2012

Love love love Amadeus Mozart movie!!!  Over and over again it's just the best!!!  What a way to ring in the new year.  Nothing beats his music.  Cheers to all.