Category: Art
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Bum Day
My little pot of caput mortuum sketching blend died a death today. (is that a niche joke?) Naturally I have forgotten exactly what I put in the pot, so I searched my blog. Naturally when I wrote about making the mix, all I wrote was ‘mixed with medium’. Ha. Waggled some of my sketchbook pages…
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Scream III
Have I told you how much my new workbench has changed things? I am sure that I have, but I will say it again, my new workbench has changed everything. There’s probably a stand-alone story I could write about that particular room, and the crazymaker person who… yes… I’ll spend some time writing that story,…
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Sketchbook Skull
Today’s excitement was the arrival of two parcels that are most of the result of birthday spendies. Birthday cash or vouchers to spend on art supplies is never going to get dull. One of the things that arrived is a copy of a book I’ve had on my wishlist for a while – Facial Expressions:…
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Still Life Cupcake
Happy Birthday to me 🙂 I hope this still life study of a red velvet cupcake is up to standard because I can’t paint it again because I ate it 🙂 Celebrate yourself. Til the morn, Suzanne 158/200
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Old Painting as Reference
I am still processing being woken up at 5am by two baby magpies knocking on my bedroom windowsill. I am convinced they knew exactly what they were doing. They didn’t even bring me treasure, and it is my birthday tomorrow, so something is going wrong somewhere in the great universal order. There is no universal…
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Sleepless in Fife
I had one of those nights where sleep evades, and then when it comes, the movie is bad. Ugh. I pulled up the canvas I prepped yesterday, and started sketching Murphy onto it. I didn’t spend long painting at all, but I’m glad I got started. I decided to start a new canvas, rather than…
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Skins and Sketchbooks
I was not in the mood for more screaming today, although that’s not to say there wasn’t internal screaming going on reading the news and propaganda. I shall say this, I do not believe that any group of people is more worthy, or chosen, than any other group of people. My feminism, my smashing of…
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Layered Screaming
I am being entertained by the arrival of this year’s crop of baby magpies. We usually have three baby magpies visiting the garden each year, but this year we think we might have four. One of the babies was very much just fledged from the nest yesterday and didn’t seem to be keeping up to…
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Eight Times One Face
I am a few weeks behind in keeping up with the Let’s Face It classes. This is fine, you buy the course, you have access to the classes for life, but it is nice to get the community feel of the class group. I’m going to jump back in with whatever class lands on Monday,…
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Space to Dream
An artist I admire posted a photo of her studio on social media the other day, and it was absolutely stappit fu with finished paintings. Colour everywhere, lots of different sizes and substrates. It looked absolutely amazing. I looked at that photo and saw goals – having a body of work that overwhelms my space,…
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The Workbench Works
My new workbench arrived and I am completely smitten. It’s absolutely perfect. It will take a few days for me to sort out what goes where, because this workbench is going to be a workbench, not a handy flat surface to store odd things. It’s actually smaller than the wobbly table it is replacing, but…
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One Hundred and Fifty
Day 150 feels like a milestone, and I am thinking about how this daily practise has changed me. I saw a thing the other day online, and I can’t remember where it was, but it was a commentary that said that if you commit to doing art/creativity as a daily practise for X amount of…
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