The art journal bug has bitten me good and proper. If I’m not sketching something new I’m ‘beautifying’ and shading, or adding comments. I’ve been at it all the time, so much so that my 5 year old suddenly threw a tantrum last night saying “stop drawing!” she was “irritated” by my drawing book. Not sure what brought that on, but well, that’s really too bad sweetheart!
I finally gave into temptation about a fortnight back and ordered Cathy Johnson’s book from Amazon. Another one too, but more about that later. I received my book yesterday and I was thrilled, not just because it came so early, but because it fulfills every promise in all the reviews I’ve read. If you’ve scanned her site and her FaceBook page in the way I have, a lot of it looks familiar, but it’s still worth it. Plus, there’s the work of a lot of other artists incorporated. I had guests that evening, and couldn’t touch the package till they were gone. But once they left, I just dumped everything in the kitchen sink and tore it open. 15 pages in I thought I’d go a little crazy with the choices in my head – jump off the sofa and get my sketchbook and sketch something, anything. Or just keep reading. I did bits of both, until my eyes shut.
Here’s this last fortnight’s collection.
We had a school reunion and these were the mementos planned. My watercolor work could do with a little more freshness and looseness.
The first time I dared take the sketchbook out in public. Open air karate classes. Frankly too much movement, I got a little fed up when I couldn’t catch a complete pose. Some of this is just guesswork. And no one gave me a second glance.
The lower sketches were made on my mother’s balcony and I had no coloring material on hand except my daughter’s kiddie wax crayons and her few battered color pencils, but I really love the impressionist effect of the Wandering Jew. I couldn’t actually believe my mom that that’s what they were called. The threesome on top were added many days later, and I’m very pleased with them, but then I love those antique spice jars!
Birthday party time! So much left to do and yet I absolutely had to stop to do these “going-home-favors”. I guess that’s what you call a new addiction! I hope it lasts. I loved the gleam on the curves of the bright plastic. I don’t think I’ve really captured it, but…!
The other view from my balcony – one I prefer not to look at, and leftovers from the party, not counting what’s still in the ‘fridge!