I’m working on some ideas for creating my next art class. I did this face using a Sharpie marker and colored pencils. It’s not perfect, which is OK because I’m trying to get over striving for perfection. Instead I’m focusing on the process and learning.
What are you working on today? Leave a comment and share a link. I’d love to see.
This work in my sketchbook expresses how I feel about the forecast for more snow just days after a previous storm. 🙂
I’m a southerner who has lived in New England for more than 25 years and yet I can’t seem to get used to freezing. Hmm. Shocking.
I’m loving working with heavy black marker lines and the softness of colored pencils. Can we ever have enough colored pencils? I think not because I seem to keep buying more every time I see them. Don’t even get me started on the love of coloring books. What are you working on today? Leave a comment and a link to your sketchbook.
Has anyone seen that Weight Watchers commercial where Oprah yells, “I LOVE BREAD!”? Well, if I were in any commercial, I would yell, COFFEE! In fact, I say that at least once a day. I’m not me until I have it—especially during the weeks that are nonstop go, go, go.
The week coming up is that for sure—have to exercise, give a talk on social media, teach an art class, take my teenager to his first two-hour driver’s education class (thank God it’s just the classroom stuff for now), more exercise, a journaling workshop and, of course, that grown up stuff (work, grocery shopping, cooking, blah, blah, blah). Whew!
I NEED COFFEE! 🙂
So it is only fitting that I decided to pay homage to my coffee mug in the sketchbook today. As you can see from this photos, I also love to design and paint coffee mugs at my local pottery paint place.
What’s that one food or drink that you love and can’t do without every day? Leave a comment and let me know. Also share a link to your sketchbook each Sunday, if you want.
The weekends are so busy. Time just seems to fly by as I try to fit in everything—errands, appointments, cooking, exercise, preparations for teaching art classes, art making and more. So I’ve decided to make sure that Sunday is more of a day of relaxation and play via my sketchbook.
When I was studying art in college, daily sketching was a requirement. At the time, I felt that it was such a chore and would procrastinate so much that I had to pull all-nighters to fill my sketchbook to turn in the next day. (Shhhh) Ridiculous. What was I doing in those days that kept me from drawing in a sketchbook, for goodness sake?!
Now, of course, I crave the opportunity to just play with ideas in a non-intimidating space that doesn’t tempt my ever-present inclination to want to create “work” that is perfect or says something “important.”
The colored pencil and Sharpie marker drawing here was inspired by a one-hour walk in which I noticed a tangle of twisted vines stripped bare by winter. The growth was chaotic and unruly, yet beautiful and intriguing—just as it is in our lives.
Who wants to join me? Share your thoughts and a link to your sketchbook creations each Sunday by commenting. I’d love to see what everyone else is doing.
Tonight I used art as a retreat from a stressful day, as I sat in the hallway of the school where my son was having basketball practice. Practice is an hour and half long, and for the first time in a long time I spent the entire period drawing in my sketchbook (an old one in the spirit the recycle theme for Creative Every Day Challenge). As I stared at the blank pages wondering whether any ideas would come to me at all, I began to just make marks on the paper. No particular intention, just mark making until images began to appear in my head. With each stroke of the pencil I felt pulled deeper and deeper into a calmer place, where I get to make things happen. It was very relaxing to have to sit there and wait and focus only on drawing. When I was in college I took an art course in which the teacher required that we draw in a sketchbook each day, fill it and turn it in as part of our grade. I was always such a procrastinator that even at that time I would put it off and would have to “cram” all night drawing to fill up the book. (What was more important than art back then? I have no idea) Cramming it all in at the last minute defeated the whole purpose—to maintain a constant state of creativity. So now I’m discovering the joy of being in that state with the help of a simple blank page and a pencil. (Above is a drawing I did years ago based on our family trip to Senegal, West Africa.)