Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
- Virginia Woolf
i've been away from the sketchbooks for a few days,
thanks to a migraine. I get them now and then.
Whenever i get them,
the world stands still for a few days -
but i'm happily back to the drawing table again. :-)
I just finished this a few minutes ago -
this is acrylic on paper...
there may have been a left brain/right brain thing
I only noticed after i got the basic blue paint on there
that it was rather symmetrical.
and then of course, you just KNOW i'm gonna find a face. ;-)
These shapes just looked like eyes to me,
and a nose, and mouth.
a few added white dots, and it's done.
The hardest thing for me (as an artist)
is knowing when to stop.
Then, time for a little collage/paintinga few leaf shapes...
added circles and acrylic paint...a few details...
Painting abstracts always helps me let go
of the need to know the meaning of the painting.
It's very freeing to paint something
that doesn't NEED to look like anything.
At least for me it is.
And while i was recuperating on the couch,
i read this book again.
I absolutely love the soft illustrations in this book
and the story is such a fragile one...
about a young boy (Hervé) who loses his father...
Such a gentle way to share an overwhelming loss...
I leave you with this 8 minute video on sand art.
Some of you may have seen it already,
but i'm sharing it anyway,
because i not only find the art beautiful,
but i love music as well
and it's a wonderful reminder
that art extends much further
than the pencil or the paint brush.
Art is about communicating.
Across the oceans,
across different cultures,
I don't know what that song is at 5:05,
nor what he is saying,
but it's one of the saddest songs
i've ever heard...