So, this is my son's 2nd favorite Lego guy. The dinosaur-costumed figure. Talking on the phone of course, to his agent I'm sure. Ink pen. Watercolor wash. Boom.
Today's post is a "Life Map" journal page. This type of journal page is artistic, sure, but it's really more of an Art Therapy thing. Art, I believe, should not only be something that others can enjoy, but something that benefits the artist as well. In today's entry, my work is about diagramming my youth. My youth was spent moving all over because my dad was in the military. Sure, it was hard on all of us, and it has impacted us all in different ways. But, I believe I would not be the person I am today if I had not come from this background and had not met the people I've met and experienced the different areas of this country that I did. My parents did a stellar job considering the hardships of this kind of life. Thanks, Mom and Dad. I love you.
Today's art journal page is the Art Fairy. She has blessed this page by appearing. She was created via intuitive watercolor--where you put a blob of water, and drop the watercolor in and let it do its thing. Whatever image you "see" in the blob is what you enhance with ink pen. It's probably a psychoanalysis tool too. So, how sick and twisted am I? Some days I wonder...
Today's "drawing" is loosely based on a still life that is currently set up in my art room. I just picked two of my fave objects for this stylized drawing in Sharpie with watercolor wash. I kept it simple for today, but did a little bit of collage on the outer border. There's this student of mine who is just going gangbusters here in the spring. I think she should be nicknamed Miss Midas, because everything she touches...gold. Pure talent. So, I saw her drawing and painting in this style, so I was inspired to give it a shot. I think she does it better than me. Tear of pride for her forming in corner of my eye...uh-oh...gathering mass...streak...fall....splat.
So, today's post deals with the fact that there's this box. This box is filled with 136 projects that need to be graded this weekend. I've been taking this box to and from work for the past 4 nights and have not made a dent in it whatsoever. This box is my enemy right now. I dedicate my victory over this box (when it happens) to all of the teacher who, like me, have an enemy box right now. May, the end of the year, yet most stressful time of the year. The end is coming, and most of us are probably not glad...yet. There is so much to do in so little time, as the saying goes. If I could clone myself, I would. This profession is not for the light-hearted. It is not for people who like to 'work on their tan' in the summer. I have more reasons than june, july and august. I have exactly 95 students. Therefore, I have 95 reasons why I teach. And the impact I have on them, although it doesn't seem obvious today and maybe not tomorrow either, make all of this super-hard work totally worth it.
Today's post is dedicated to two really awesome fortunes I got in the past year. I saved them, and put them in this page. Here I'm toying with the idea of my destiny, and who I trust to write it. A fortune cookie typist? I don't think so. It's all me, baby!
It's mixed media, as always. Watercolor, colored pencil, pencil, collage, wire, ink pen. Lucky #13 here...really scary self portrait, actually. I picked up one of those magnifying mirrors...you know, the ones that no one over the age of 12 should look in? Well, I've seen things this evening that I didn't want to see. My God, I feel old. Ink pen. Quick, which I like. Also, I drew it squinting one eye. Do you know how hard that is? I lost all of my spatial vision, and it's really hard to squint for that long and look so hard with the other eye. Try it! But seriously, I'll do a real hand study soon. This one is kind of eh..
Wow. This is seriously digging into my teacher-planning time. I am handling it, but these take more time than I have lately. I thought, oh, I'll just fill in these two little boxes. Three hours later, they're done, but not very well. Oh well. Meanwhile, we're done with the annual art show at work, and it was exhausting. Everything feels like it should just wrap up, but we've still got lots of work to do to send the kids off this summer with meaningful direction. Now it feels like we don't have enough time until the end, where a couple months ago, it felt like May was forever away. Kind of like I feel tonight. Now I don't have enough time to get everything done. Oh, where does the time go?
Today's journal page is dedicated to one of the most beautiful women I know. My mom. This picture of her is from her twenty-somethings. She still looks like she could be my sister. (I am so lucky to have received some of her genes.) My mom has the face of a thirty-year-old, the spirit of a child, and the voice of an angel. She is singing her heart out in this picture, and that will always be one of my best memories of my mom. She sang to us often as kids, even if it was in the form of a smart-ass remark.Patsy Kline's Crazy was one of her favorites. I've attached a video link here of her and my sister last spring doing karaoke. Check it out! LOL, I love you mom!
http://youtu.be/xPNBoR_Pms0 I'm 1/10th of the way through with my mission! In the double digits. Today's post is a drawing of the Buddha head that my sister gave me for a housewarming gift. Was inspired by the peace and quiet at home today, as my husband and kids are in Chicago for the day. I got to stay home and work on this (after spending some time at school setting up for the annual art festival tomorrow), and now I'm going to my studio to paint some things for my upcoming solo show that opens on June 1. Mixed media: watercolor, colored pencil, gold marker. Wow, what an artful day.
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