As my round oil wasn't staying in the same place as me this week, little progress has been made... Instead please allow me to serve you some croquis, from two different settings.
I've recently discovered the fun of using watercolours for this, adding the thrill to this already little odd situation (someone you don't know standing naked before you for arts' sake) that you can't correct or erase. I've found it to be good practice and education -- this way you have to draw correctly from scratch. Indigo, used for the quick poses, is particularly difficult to wash out, delightfully smudgy, very easy to do shadings with...
The most difficult thing -- as I'm no regular croquiseur -- is to think of the body merely as a body -- one attempt failed miserably as Beauty and Artist momentarily got accidental eye contact; quite distracting...
A round, canvas coated cardboard with a bit of The Borrowed Garden in it; snowdrops, crocuses, a Blue tit and suchlike. My plan -- as there's no clear up or down, I really don't want any -- is to work spiralling outwards. I expect the underground towards the edges to be less sweet.
I've got no further than inking and (not) thinking. (Pencil goes too smudgy at once. But Ink seems to stay; nor does it interfere with the oil. Or at least it hasn't before.) Life is a little complicated right now with new music shows ahead, as well as an exhibition -- everything in May -- and as to getting this roundel finished I'm in despair. But we'll see.
Some people really can't decide. They give you the most different signs and signals, 'my heart is fixed, my mind's made up' -- there's only that actual decision left... They're Of Two Minds.
Ball point pen, Photoshop and for some pesky reason more butterflies. They had better tell me what they want now.
As humans, we're entitled to making decisions. We are not allowed to know beforehand where the decisions will lead; one might question if there's choice really. Of course there is! I am considering making a poster out of this, and you'll get our friend in many different combinations -- the one below is just one example, and if you can't choose, buy several. However, to increase the anxiety of choice, there shall only be one each, they shall all be unique. You're bound by choice. You're doomed to be free. You don't get away.
Dedicated to Ms. Titti
Dear readers;
In the line of Surrelism, or not, this won't be explained too thoroughly; for Life Quirketh and Turneth, and befoere you knoweth, you have grander problems than before...
This might be a butterfly...
And this one I don't know really...
Yours Sinc. has been quite busy in the service of Music this week -- upcoming concert -- and hasn't spent too much time painting. I've attended a croquis session -- might show you the result later -- and after that I got mildly criticized for posting small stuff, doodles and the like and not much in the way of masterworks -- it is not possible to do masterworks weekly. And one good thing about blogging is the continuity. So this, gentle reader, is Varia, or A Muddly Bit of Everything that I found lying about.
At least you haven't seen this: Ink-and-aqua on paper, half letter size; Mr. Ceder Introducing Himself.
Detail...
Why do they say Dog tired and not Cat tired? I think I am Cat tired. And this, I think, is a cat. Ball point pen -- they're underrated.
Doodling is good on the whole. That's how ideas are born. Here's the boat Little Myy (Lilla My) and a sea monster, made in the margin of something -- can't remember what now.
And with that we'll call it a day. Next week I'll bring you the masterwork... but I gravely doubt it.
