Flock of Finches from Nowhere

Flock of Finches from Nowhere

Here's something surprising, even to me, and I'm the person who experienced it!  This particular drawing led me to being paralyzed artistically for awhile.  About a month ago, I had drawn that object to the right--well, I filled it out much more in this final creation--and then didn't know where to head with it.  I liked it so much, I didn't want to ruin it.  Never a good thing, really.  I would stare at it.  I would pick it up and think, where am I going with this?  I wanted to use it desperately, but couldn't move forward with it.  I didn't want to work on anything else, so it just sat on my table.  

I finally did get with the program again and was inspired by other thoughts and ideas and made different art.  But it wasn't until this past weekend when I was walking my dogs that I finally knew what to do.  I was walking past some low-lying purple-flowered bushes in an alley, and they were loaded with yellow jackets.  I wasn't afraid, but rather happy to see bees in this world and at work.  I tried to count them, but there had to be at least thirty.  Their plump black and yellow bodies made me happy.

Later while walking on a sidewalk on a different street, several yellow-breasted finches flew by me in a flash!  I know hummingbirds are way faster, but these babies were MOVING.  Where did they come from?  They were there and then then were gone.  It was almost like a mirage, but I saw them.  I saw their brilliantly-colored chests!  What is it about that beautiful yellow that widens the eyes, and makes the heart jump a little?  Contrasted against jet black, it causes even more of a distraction and elation.

The black and yellow bees and the yellow and black birds of the world--I felt like they gave me a good omen, moving at the speed of light.

Flying Thinker - SOLD

Flying Thinker

This art on cardboard has everything on it--oilstick, ink, acrylic, watercolor, crayon, enamel, glitter.  What can I say...it went through many transformations.  I had the painted cardboard sitting around for about a year.  I used it as a paint palette for another piece of artwork I had been working on.  As I was cleaning up from my other project, I looked at this piece and liked the splotch of black ink on it.  I had an idea and just kept working it until I got to this finished piece.  Actually, this angle doesn't show it well, by the two faces work separately as well as together.

Day 313. Daylight Savings Time/Flying South

Hope you all remembered to turn your clocks back.  Even one extra hour of sleep wasn't enough to recover from the last few days of whirlwind art creation and transport.

I'm going to give you a sweet, little reminder to not fret the loss of sunshine.  It's as its supposed to be.  Time to huddle down into the coziness of your home for awhile.  Leave those sweet ducks alone so they can bring the light back to us in the spring.

Day 30. Inspiration - Flying - Part 2 $25

Sometimes inspiration comes from hearing and seeing it whizzing by me.  Why, sometimes so many ideas are flying around, it's like a heavy blinking of lightning bugs on a summer night.

My friends no longer even bat an eye when during conversations, some idea hits me from what we are discussing, and I furious grab any nearby piece of paper to write it down.  I've filled up hundreds of post-it notes and numerous little notebooks with quirky sayings and quick sketches.  My biggest problem is finding them later--or worse yet--having them, but having no clue what they mean!  Finally, peeps, I work at a college.  You'd be amazed at what I overhear.  It's all good for artistic inspiration, though!