Lost

I had been feeling disheartened for a few days.  Part of it had to do with the gloomy weather we had been experiencing, which is strange, because I actually love rainy, gray days.  It probably was a combination of things, but that was the background for this emerging portrait I had drawn last night.

LOST

Below, I put the portrait behind the doors of a bookcase, giving it a slightly different story.

Hallway Dancer

Here's a little fantastical something I drew on an old Anthropologie receipt envelope.  I thought she had a Chagall-like charm.  As soon as I posted her on Facebook, someone de-friended me.

Remember dear ones, It's always good to separate yourself from conformists. (-;

By the way, I was listening to a very old Robert Plant song, (post-Led Zepplin) called "Big Log."  Click here for that atmospheric gem.

Something Was Holding Him Back

Something Was Holding Him Back

Out The Window

Out The Window

Watercolor

Drawing Belmondo

My sleep habits are off, and no matter how hard I tried last night, I could NOT get to sleep.  Up I got, watched some Jean-Paul Belmondo, and sketched him out in charcoal until suddenly it was 3:30 a.m.

I added some paint to the background today, but decided to leave him in sketch form.  Somehow that just seemed right to me.

11" x 14"

Concerned

This drawing was a quick sketch I did before I went to bed last night.  Often I feel like I just have to draw something--anything--before I end the day.  It relaxes me...it's my meditation.  After I was done, I named him after the look I felt he was giving me.

Graphite & Pastel

Dark Suit, Pastel World

Dark Suit, Pastel World

Side-Glance

I had the urge to draw a little something before I went to bed Sunday.  I think it was my way of not letting the weekend go quite yet.  Of course, I ended up staying up too late and started Monday with my usual exhaustion.  What's a girl driven to draw to do?  Just draw, I guess...and be tired. (-;

Side-Glance

Blue Bonnet

Experimenting tonight and ended up with something looking totally old school...as in the 19th century!  Not sure how it happened, but I don't try to question where my things begin or end...sometimes you don't want to be too inquisitive about mystery.

Oil, Enamel, Ink

Red Dot

Hmm.  Still using my phone to take pictures, putting into Instagram and posting to Facebook and then snipping onto my hard drive and then reposting to my blog.  Gotta get that camera working correctly!  I humbly say, I think my art work isn't showing off to the best of its ability with my roundabout posting approach.  I'll get back to it.  Although, I do notice I have a lot less hits from a certain area in the world now that my images aren't as sharp as the camera would present... hmm.

Anyway, this portrait actually has a much more vibrant, apple green in it than this picture would suggest, and I think a lot more detail.  Nevertheless, here is "Red Dot" as I can best represent her at the moment.

Square Jaw, Red Hair, Blue Suit

Here's a broody fellow for you.  What could he be thinking?  I must match my jacket to my eye color?  I have the squarest jaw in the world?  I am a virile vibrancy of masculinity?  Something to ponder...

Searching for Something

Here's how I started.

Not sure where I'm going, but just experimenting with paint.  This process is the way I start most of my paintings.  Just letting my mind and hand wander.

Down the Hallway

Down the Hallway

Oil, pastel, acrylic on paper

Starburst

Very happy with this one.  It's full of different mediums, but I like how the oil paint gives a luminous glow to her most of all.

8" x 10"
Oil, Acrylic, Oil Pastel on Paper

Man in Purple

Feeling possessed by the urge to draw...anything!  I'll go with it, because I'm also itching to delve into some pasty making.  Feeling the oscillation about to happen...

Man in Purple

Under the Shade

Under the Shade

She thought she had pulled a shade down on her past, 

but sometimes a flickering mood would strike her, 

and she found herself thinking about him.

 

Alone in The Blue

I want to be a morning person.  I really do.  But then I find myself up late and then later, a painting beginning to emerge.  And the night is midnight blue and a rain is falling softly, plopping drops into puddles outside my window.  My hand is pulled into movement and my mind is hypnotized by water, by quiet, by the sound of the brush, by a plaintive song playing.  That 5 o'clock rise is drifting further away...then again, I have this.

Alone in the Blue

Double Talker

Up until after midnight, I still had that feeling inside that I had to draw something.  This girl emerged.  One mouth wasn't enough for her.  She's a double talker.

Fingers smudged and smeared with charcoal, clock close to 1 a.m., and the sinking knowledge that I'll have to be getting up in 5 1/2 hours, I still feel better for having brought her forth into the world.

Modest Male

I love the entire nude I drew here, but jeepers creepers, I hesitate to post the entire thing (even though it's simply art) because even blogger stated last month it was going to give the boot to any blogs they deemed contained too provocative material.  They abandoned that plan, probably after threats of crossing First Amendment Rights, but I am still leery based on follow-up language and warnings. Isn't that so sad?  In America - a country based on free speech?  To quote Marvin Gaye, "What's goin' on?"  Anyway, I'm going to give my little male nude a bit of modesty.  If anyone wants to purchase this baby, you'll be getting the full monty! (-;  

Here's the curtailed full view (on Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram as well) and following that is what I put on FB, because that social media seems to be getting more and more conservative.