Tag: abstract faces
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Happy New Year
Happy New Year! I started early with the first art of the year, not least because some bam was letting off fireworks nearby, despite it being horrific weather with 40-50mph wind gusts. Since I wasn’t settling to sleep, I got up and made some art. The paper is 12×16″ 140lb hot press, and I used…
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Still Cloaking
I have again been painting secret things that can’t be posted yet. So, another from the past, a favourite painting of mine, and a process I haven’t been doing much of recently, so putting it on the list of things to revisit. Other than painting secrets, I have been rearranging stuff to try and have…
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Like Not Like
Today sees the beginning of Art Every Day Month, and this will probably be the year that I can say Yes, I Did, because I’ve made daily art a priority, and I’m OK with that. Something that I’m still learning to be OK with is the art that doesn’t work, even though my logical brain…
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Deconstruction and Integration
A large piece of brown packing paper has been annoying me for days, perhaps longer. I saved it to paint on later, then slotted it into a place where it just kept getting in the way. Today I tore it up, and put it back together to make painting surfaces. Deconstruction and integration. I used…
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Playing With Marks I Made
Neocolor IIs in my sketchbook, making faces incorporating one of the clusters I made during yesterday’s mark making, and adding to it. Til the morn, Suzanne 167/200
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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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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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I Can’t Paint
The mantra reverberates around my brain, sometimes it’s so much a part of the background noise, that I don’t even hear it. It’s ingrained. It has different clothes, sometimes. Sometimes it tells me I can’t do this, or I can’t do that, or I shouldn’t do this, or that. It’s every version of Not Good…
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