There are many times when I do not know what to draw or paint but I have the urge to make something. These drawings were made when I had a train ride. Sometimes it’s easiest just to do something simple.
In the past week or two I’ve been writing a lot. It’s sort of funny since I’ve always thought of myself as more visual than verbal. However, as a result of all the ideas coming out of my head I’ve needed to burn off some energy. Exercise is good for this but also painting or drawing. Since I’ve had no ideas for drawing recently I went to my fall back, drawing squares. Below you will see the hundreds of squares that I drew and colored in. If you like to look at pretty colors this should be right up your alley.
It’s the Small Things That Matter
In the end, it’s the small things that matter
They accumulate like sand on a big beach
Each grain, seemingly inconsequential on its own
but so important for the shape of the full form
You could make a ripple in the ocean with a grain of sand
It’s just like you could change the course of your life with a thought
They both are unseen with the naked eye
But if trained, you can see how one small change can lead in a whole new direction
It’s the small things that matter
Because in the end without the small things there is nothing big to look forward to
God is a foreign concept to me
Yet so close
I pray and I thank the concept
What is the concept?
What is God?
A man? A benevolent force? A creature from the New Testament if you’re christian
Someone or something responsible for everything
So not truly benevolent unless you believe that everything bad is a force called Satan
I don’t know
God is a foreign concept to me
I have not seen or touched it
I have not heard or tasted it
All I have felt is hope in my heart and bones
So I pray
I pray to stoke the fires of my joy, my like force, my optimism
I pray to something I don’t understand
And I wonder if I need to
I stare into my coffee in the morning
Black, then creamy brown
Milky, like a baby’s skin
And all I see is nothing
Not the day before me or the night behind me, but nothing
I sip and taste the slight bitterness and acidity
It heats my chest
that warm nothing
A lazy morning feeling
languid and slow
I take a longer drink and then let the liquid settle
Enjoying the peace and quiet
A song comes on breaking the silence but not ending my quiet feeling
It makes me think of people I love and home
I feel safe
Another sip of coffee
My dog rubs against my leg
I wake up
I finish my coffee and start the day
So in the past year it has become apparent to me that depictions of the tree of life are very popular. I see jewelry and t-shirts. One of my friends is using it as a logo for her business. And now, I’ve been commissioned to paint it for one of my students. She’s allowing me to interpret it and do my own version while giving me one image as a guideline. I’ve also done a couple practice sketches in my sketch book and on some scrap paper. This has all lead to a 20″x 16″ work.
Below I have some practice works and the final. I wanted to do something simple. Sort of going back to when I was practicing sumi-e painting, being able to work with the beauty of the ink as it spread on the paper.
It’s another study of process I think.