Portraits are enticing and exasperating...I want to capture, and communicate, and show this amazing beauty...and I feel like I'm making wobbly, wonky muddy drab smudges...as to how anyone does this for pleasure I'm a touch unsure.
Mind you it's pleasurable to start, sometimes, and sometimes in the middle...but the ending is yukky!
And I had more fun with the pencils...so perhaps they are just more my medium...it's so interesting just finding stuff out about how to create...I've never tried to achieve likenesses before...
And it is soooo lovely honouring the art...finding more respect for and studying and practicing...amazing and lovely.
I have to have one more play with the pastels, to have a go at scenery, some of the things people did in class were so vibrant and colourful...
Never done scenery before for it's own sake...so it feels weird...
This kind of picture has a value that I didn't understand before...I've always wondered why try to copy something so beautiful? Paint and paper can never be as delicate, as brilliant, as numinous as nature and light are, but finally I find myself looking at what I've drawn, with it's limitations (and mine) and thinking, "well I like it as a picture."
I'm wondering how all this will work out, how art through me will change? it feels exciting...
Oh and I have felt completely well for days and days...I feel normal, I'm enjoying normal...Jan to March always used to be a busy, push myself time of year...spring and my Birthday on their way...but I realised this week that the last three years these have been my lowest months...hmmm lessons anyone?!
I'm off to enjoy, normal, average and mediocre it's wonderfully freeing.
Big Sunshine Wishes.