At the beginning of the month I said I would allow myself to have a day off if I didn’t want to make a comment every day. Otherwise it becomes a duty, not a joy. Yesterday I didn’t comment. Sometimes, like the wet Sunday yesterday, we just need to keep ourselves to ourselves.
But this morning the rain has stopped and these little flowers, glistening in the wet garden, are a joy. Hiding amongst their dark green leaves their subtle flowers aren’t garish, but nonetheless colourful. They made me want to draw them and attempt to capture their colour. Once again the process was all absorbing, the result not so satisfying.
But I feel better for looking into their faces.
It has been a busy couple of days, and I didn’t make any “comment” yesterday. Today there were no pressures and I could take my time. The morning was misty and grey and I stood at the window and watched a song thrush on the lawn. Stepping outside the first sound I could hear was the rain, but gradually I became aware of bird songs all around.
I am not good at identifying them all, but just listening was enough to connect with their underlying joy. So I made a little collage from pages from an old poetry book, and a drawing of a thrush. My comment on their songs…
I use my rotary cutter frequently when working with fabrics. Today I couldn’t find it! It was then that I realised how much I needed it.
When I found it (in the place it should have been and where I looked first) I looked at it with new eyes and decided to draw it. Deceptively simple, but it’s circular blade and smooth lines were hard to draw without wobbling. But then cutting smooth lines without wobbles is just what the cutter is so good at. I appreciate it all the more now.,
In a sunny moment between the rain showers I headed outside to gather some winter leaves to eat with our meal tonight. The Swiss chard provides a bright splash of colour on a grey day, and I thought I might draw the leaves before cooking them.
But then I discovered (thanks to a Facebook reminder!) that I drew Swiss chard exactly one year ago on this blog!!
I can’t do the same again, I thought to myself. But I did. Well I used the red Swiss chard leaf as inspiration, but this time I drew with my sewing machine on fabric. The same but not the same.
Perhaps the hardest time of any kind of January art/creative blog challenge is about now. This is when I begin to think “what can I do today?” and feel I am having to search for inspiration. This is the time energy wanes and I run out of steam. To renergise I wondered what I could do today that was a bit different.,
Just outside my window the winter jasmine is flowering with courageous little yellow trumpets undeterred by gloom and rain. I have drawn it before, but today I decided to brush up my free machining skills, and trying drawing it with thread instead of pencil. And I know that watercolours can dry very pale and insipid on fabric, so I thought I would try some new inktense colours I had been given as a present.
Result? Well my free machining needs some practise, the inktense colours are certainly bright, but they lack subtlety and weren’t the best for blending. But at least I tried something different!
We walked along the beach this afternoon in some lovely wintery sunshine. The tide was out and it was easy walking on the flat sand. I picked up some shells thinking I might draw them. Nothing too difficult, simple shapes, not complicated.
“A bit nondescript in fact “, I thought when I picked up my pencil, “and quite similar”. But I was wrong. Although the shells are roughly the same size and shape, the textures and colours are beautifully subtle and everyone is different. Another little lesson for me to learn in my attempts to draw them.
There’s no such thing as “nondescript”!