Drawing from life never held any allure for me. As a young man I was obsessed with the Pop Surrealist movements of art depicted in Juxtapoz and Hi-Fructose magazines. I poured over the galleries in the ads and in the gallery directory on the Juxtapoz website. I de-valued the ability to draw from a figure or to do a portrait. I felt like the only work that mattered was work that elicited a higher purpose. I never thought that anything in my daily life might hold enough interest for a viewing populace.
Category: Watercolor
Everything seems different right now. Life is not going as planned and so I find myself fighting the urge to delve further and further into self. I’ve started reading more as a way to ground myself. Social media and personal interaction seems to exacerbate my feelings of indecisiveness. With this lack of stability in my daily life comes a more clear idea of what it is that I want for my work and my work goals, however. More specifically, I’ve been thinking about the way that I work and the way that I prioritize. These are two things that I have had issues with for a little over a decade.
A Wisp and a Flourish
Watercolor is really trendy. At least that’s what my wife tells me. She says its in. I think that it is probably always kind of in. There is something to it, much like old Eastern brushwork pieces, that truly transcends an “other” from the individual painting.
My world has become so full. I am doing more design work and illustration than I’ve ever had before. I have had at least three shows and a couple extra projects each year to work on and I now have a family to take care of and a son to raise. I’m finally starting to feel okay with it. This is it. I’m living now. Whatever that now is, I’ve got to live it.
I’ve been working on a watercolor of a bug every day this year. Until about a week ago they were straight forward watercolors. I’ve never used watercolor very much. It was too unforgiving and I used a heavy hand. I really just didn’t have the patience. Enter toddler. I suddenly have so much more patience than I ever thought myself capable. The watercolors have advanced though, and I knew that sooner or later I would find myself adding myself back into the project. This past week I started adding some geometric elements into the pieces. I really like them. Here are a few of the best ones.
I have also started another small side project. I’ve always collected a number of sketchbooks. One of my favorit types is called Dept. de Poche. I have a small square book that I’ve started making simple graphics of whatever imagery I’m into on a daily basis. I’ve started thinking of them as Squares of Vitality. I hope to fill the whole book with foundation pieces of my vitality. Here’s one of Mingus and some lettuce that is growing in my garden.
I hope this blogpost finds you well. I’m wrestling with myself to get back into this space. It used to be so good for me and I think that now more than ever it could be that outlet that I am not finding in other ways.
Peace
Mike
I went to lunch by myself today, a Chinese American restaurant. I was kind to myself and ordered off the menu instead of indulging in the buffet. The regular menu is too much food as it is, but my will power does not match the power of a buffet. All I wanted was some lo mein and that, I am proud to admit is what I got. When I received my tab, my fortune cookie was a lift that really epitomized my week. “You will conquer obstacles to achieve success,” it read. This week has definitely presented its obstacles, a visit from the fire department and their ensuing ire, a trip to the emergency room with my son, but these events paled in comparison to two talks with old art colleagues who I am again working with and a new routine, which has been life changing.
Over the past several years I have watched many artists working on a drawing or painting a day sort of projects. They always seem so fascinating. The very idea of maintaining an idea or theme throughout the entirety of a year seems downright daunting to me, but here I am on day sixteen of doing a watercolor of an insect every day of 2016.
Today was the first day of class for one of my sections of 2d design. Generally my 2d design class is filled with a number of non-art people. This is the nature of a community college, and I will say that most of the time, it is the complete privilege of teaching at a community college. I hae met some incredible people who are multifariously gifted and individual.
Here are a few suprematist coffee pots that I have been working on. I’m interested in the order of shapes necessary to communicate the object. I’ll keep you posted.
Yesterday my wife volunteered her time to help paint a new wellness center that our good friend is spearheading. I was granted the opportunity to an entire day in studio, but alas when I was left alone in studio I was not very capable of working. My energy wasn’t there. I didn’t really care what I was making. Sometimes this happens. Usually this happens when I have been waiting for days to have a good long studio day and haven’t been granted one. This was the case yesterday, I think. At about four in the afternoon I gave up and traveled out to my old, pre-wife haunts. I visited my friend Mattie and my friend Shirah. I talked about teaching and my frustrations therein. I talked about art making and its traps and I talked about how my students never show up to class on time.
Shirah is an amazing painter. It is lovely to take time off to speak with her. She has a habit of setting my head straight. It proved to be no different this time. I woke up today refreshed and ready to get some work done, at ease with the wife being gone all day in place of my former reluctance, and curious as to what I was going to make. I am now wondering if maybe being curious as to what to make is better than being certain of what you are making. Today I made some small pieces of jewelry and traveled to the craft store to pick up more supplies for necklace making. I then set to making a number of small drawings on index cards. My artist assistant was busy making backers for each of these. You can read about that at my Tumblr blog which she manages.
It donned on me that the index card paintings would look a lot better as acrylic paintings than as watercolors. I determined that I would leave the background as index card and the foreground would be painted opaquely. I was very pleased with the results.
The other day I had made a single watercolor which I was trying to recreate. The recreation did not go so well. I think that may have been the root of some of my problem yesterday. I had to abandon that method as the expectations were too high and it was influencing the quality of my piece. Here is that original piece, however.
It was good to abandon that drawing for a little while. Painting opaquely requires a different type of focus; one that alleviates my stresses and makes me more in touch with my anxieties. I become a better person, essentially when I paint opaquely. I think that perhaps this is what people mean by having a calling. It made me think back to the weekend.
This past weekend I read the Metamorphosis. Since about Monday I have been questioning why Gregor ever needed to turn into a bug in order to create the resolution to the story. Why wasn’t he just sick or completely immersed in his work or why didn’t he just disappear on one of his many train rides? The fact of the matter is that I have spent four days wondering why the construct of the story happened. It is a success. It is stuck in my head. It didn’t need to be anything more than it was. It was simple. I have been looking for a big punch again, an answer that will solve the world’s problems; my problems, but I have forgotten once again that the world’s problems start as something very small within the citizens of the world. The inconsistencies and anxieties that each individual feels feeds the dinosaur that is our society. The whole turns about and eats the constituents. To solve the worlds problems we all need to find our own balance and let the other guy be the other guy. That is, at least, what I keep reminding myself. It is, I think, just as correct as many of the sociologists hypotheses.
Til next time.
Peace
-Mike