Violated a precious stack of Arches watercolor paper that I've been hoarding for a year. Hated everything I made, but did like seeing a symbol evolve into a bizarre multi-breasted armless mermaid. Yeah!
Most of these are ink. Getting used to a new brand. It has an almost oily flow to it.
I also played with Elmer's glue resist with oil and chalk pastel
Patrick's email triggered an idea. The Art and Fear excerpt caused me to lean back in relief. My father gave me that book years ago. I only read the opening paragraph today. It was enough.
THIS IS ABOOK ABOUT MAKING ART. Ordinary art. Ordinary art means something like: all art not made by Mozart. After all, art is rarely made by Mozart-like peopIe - essentially (statistically speaking) there aren't any people like that. But while geniuses may get made once-a-century or so, good art gets made all the time. Making art is a common and intimately human activity, filled with all the perils (and rewards) that accompany any worthwhile effort. The difficulties artmakers face are not remote and heroic, but universal and familiar.
This, then, is a book for the rest of us.
So, when I got home, after the homework battles, silly youtube videos, and tater tots prepared by my son, I went through a stack of "can't deal with this now" papers. Classroom newsletters, math worksheet, fundraiser order forms, multiplication practice, etc. My kids' stuff, my kids world at school.
My daughter joined me at the art table and I used these papers for backgrounds, doing memory drawings of the simple stag woman figure. She did some too (I included my favorite below), and then her own thing. I followed Patrick's advice and left out the color mostly, except for one, which is still monochrome. Ink washes, gesso, white pastel, white crayon. A lovely end to the day.
This brought up ideas and thoughts, but I am saving them for some art making I am doing tomorrow. More to come.