January 2008 Archives
There's only one word I can't say: the 'N' word.
Oh, and petite.
What do women want? Not to talk about it.
I asked the boy what I should draw and to spit out the first thing he thought of. He said wave. Whenever I think of a wave, specifically a drawn one, I think of Japanese artist Hokusai's Great Wave. So naturally I decided to doodle my own version of it. This is the end result. The most satisfying part of this doodle was the smile it brought to the boy's face when I showed him.
tags: pencil, drawing
I've given in completely to my love for circles. I have no idea where it came from or why, I just know that whenever I draw one, it's the beginning of the word obsession. If I obsess over circles, I won't obsess over every day life, that's one bonus. Also should be noted that I was watching (again) The Number 23 while I was drawing this. If you don't know the film, then you should be aware it's got a lot to do with obsession (and paranoia which I can safely say I am devoid of...most of the time).
tags: ink, pencil, drawing, circles
A true test in patience, I started from scratch with my circle perspective experiment. I've settled for less than perfection but better than rushed. I'm enjoying the process and how it's coming out so far. I also look forward to finishing the ink portion and slapping it in Paint Shop Pro for a little alteration. Huzzah mixed media! (and circles)
tags: pen, pencil, drawing, circles, perspective
I haven't played with perspective since high school. I loved it. I'm not a big fan of rulers and straight lines, etc. However, I do enjoy creating a fairly realistic looking space and adding onto it and making it a little less..neat. Anyhow, this is my obsession with circles and a test in perspective. It did not go as planned but I will not give up. Look here tomorrow for another attempt! After all, this is all a great big lesson in patience.
tags: pen, pencil, drawing, perspective, circles
This is the ultimate doodle, inspired by the boy and how I constantly tease him for his on again/off again southern accent. Often he will ask for a pin and he doesn't understand why I don't hand him a pEn. And the mohawk gal, even though she looks nothing like me, somehow it feels like a self portrait. So it is. If anyone asks, just say it's clearly a comparison between north and south. Duh. Cuz art is serious bizness.
tags: pencil, drawin
Color color color! I don't have a whole lot of it in my life. My work clothes are all black, I tend to draw in pen and pencil, etc. So I decided to play with one of my favorite mediums, crayon. And then I put it in PSP (paint shop pro) and played with it for awhile. I can't ignore my radical tablet all the time!
tags: crayon, drawing, psp, tablet, circles
Why Arts & Dafts?
DAFT: informal or slang terms for mentally irregular; also crazy, mad or insane
ART: Well, it's really in the eye of the beholder. Go ahead, decide what your personal definition is.
Daft also happens to be my mother's maiden name. A name I've always felt a close connection too, considering how "mentally irregular" I tend to feel.
It's 2008, and to me that means only one thing. This is the year I turn 30. I welcome it, I look forward to it but I am by no means rushing it. I know this is supposed to be a pretty big deal, especially for a woman, and I can honestly say, i feel it. I feel the desire to change and figure out what it is I want to be when I grow up. The number one answer I've come up with so far, to be happy and content with every single aspect of my life. That's not so hard is it?
Ever since I was a kid, Ive been fixing my toys, drawing, learning new crafts and most of all I have had the most overactive imagination I have ever come to know. I remember quite clearly, as if it happened yesterday, getting a barbie at the store one day. Her head fell off when we got home. Instead of pitching a fit (don't think for even a second that I never pitched fits, on the contrary), I put the barbie's decapitated head on the floor and said "I'm swimming! I'm swimming!" You probably had to be there, but I can still hear my mom cracking up.
Through college and now in my later twenties, I seem to have lost touch with my wild imagination. I've still had outlets (although limited) in my career choice of backstage theatre, however, I couldn't help but notice how mundane my every day thoughts were becoming. Stress was taking over and I was turning into one of those obnoxious, complain all the time adults. Eeeeew!
I had an actual epiphany at work one night. A real live one. One where I got caught up in a stare with a blank wall and I realized "Holy crap! I can't live like this anymore!" I don't thrive on stress anymore, I ache from it. I'm tired from it.
Super long story made a little less long, Ive made some big changes in my life. One of my biggest problems is starting a project and finishing it (any true Geminis out there will understand). Therefore, my new year's resolution (which I never make by the way) was to draw a picture, doodle, painting, whatever, every single day for one year. Drawing, to me, is inspirational and get's that imaginative part of my brain back on track. I am no artist in comparison to my mother, but I think I know my way around a piece of paper and a pen. It has truly opened up my mind to view things, regular every day things, in a brand new light. This excites me to no end and I am terrified of losing this feeling.
Here I will display those every day doodles, my photographs, my crafts, other people's crafts, tutorials, etc etc. Anything that's crafty because if you're daft like me, there's no concentrating on a sole medium or craft. There's too much out there to do and see and I want to see it all.
Current crafting capabilities:
Drawing
Knitting
Crochet
Carpentry
Recycling Crafts
Writing
What I want to learn:
Sewing
Weaving
How to fill a page
How to make a pattern
Glass work
Bead work
One of my favorite paintings...or concepts. Or both. Either way, I felt myself drawing my own versionof the René Magritte painting, and then spelling it incorrectly with my 3a.m. brain.
tags: ink, drawing
See! I told you I liked to draw trees. Especially the lonely ones on the hills. This one I wanted to be dark without actually drawing in the darkness...so a moon and star it is! I'm also trying to get over my fear of drawing straight with ink w/out any pencil marks to guide me.
tag: ink, drawking
Finally starting to get the new apartment in order (2 months later) and I have picture frames on the brain. We've been slowly but surely putting our personal touches on the walls. i do wonder why all my faces are so sad. Not that I have a problem with that.
tags: pencil, drawing
This was a lonely day. But one of those weird lonely days where I felt it but didn't really want anyone to come home. I was listening to Feist and just drawing along to the music. Geez, I can be so emotional sometimes. I hate this drawing. In a good way.
I think the boy and I had been watching a lot of science channel shows about robots and our future when I drew this. (Did you see that show about real life x-men? It was awesome!) This guy, clearly over flowing with artificial emotion, is very disappointed in his tiny hands and super long legs. I didn't come to this realization until he was complete and now I wonder, what was he built for anyway? Poor fella.
I have a thing for circles. I love them. I love creating entire drawings with circles. Think Seurat's dot drawings under an extreme microscope. Dot drawing was my favorite technique we learned in high school so maybe that's where it comes from. In real life, this doodle is about 2x2 inches.
I love trees. Let me rephrase, I love drawing trees and I've always had a hard time drawing them, so when this came out I was thrilled. I love this tree and I've always loved the image of a lone tree on a hill. My favorite being the one from The Ring. Remember? I drew the barely there little girl with no face and fell in love with it. One of my all time favorite doodles.
P.S. - Fool on the Hill is one of my favorite songs too.
This is a funny one. The boy and i were watching some terrible horror movie, as we tend to do almost nightly, and the prostitute in it (I said it was horrible) was wearing this awesome 70s dress with gigantic poofy shortsleeves. I drew the sleeves but she kept leaving the shot and then she died, so I made up the rest. See? Inspiration is everywhere!

This one is so simple it makes me happy just looking at it. I live with my younger brother and boyfriend. Time alone is hard to find. The drawing says "11a.m. Woke Up. Apartment was empty. Joy!" With a sorta, kinda self portrait. I love my boys but good grief does it feel good to know i can dance around naked if I so please!




