A collection of morning doodles
My usual morning commute to work is spent checking email and looking at social media. The sitting still part of my commute is under 15 minutes. Could I use that time to make art? Instead of looking at other people's news, I decided to do a morning doodle. For my doodles, I am using Strathmore Watercolor Artist Tiles that are 6 inch square and Faber Castell artist pens. I carry my supplies in a ziplock plastic bag.
I've wanted to paint a spot in East Hampton with Adirondack chairs facing an inlet. It is in one of those "members only" areas unavailable for a plein air painting effort. I want to render it in oil paint, this watercolor interpretation is good for practice.
I took pad and paper and began sketching Hugh. There were moments of triumph when I thought I was starting to get it, followed by defeat when I realized that my efforts were ending in failure. I felt bad showing him the terrible renderings with the excuse that I needed more practice. He was a darling, "Well, I'll be here every night." Awwwww.... My model husband.
International Artist Magazine had a watercolor tutorial on painting faces. Some test runs.
oil on canvas, 11 x 14"
I broke out the oil paints to see if I could finish a plein air piece that I began this summer of the beach at Southampton Shores. It is still unfinished, but in a bit better place than I left it last. Progress on my UFOs is good, but I was itching to start a new project. This weekend, I was inspired to start a new series of small paintings. The toy boat below is the first in my "Toy" series. I'm excited to discover the next toy who will have its portrait painted in oil.
oil on canvas panel, 8in square
Creating art every day is already yielding promising results.
We saw the film, I'm Not Your Negro, based on an unfinished book by James Baldwin the night of the holiday in memory of Martin Luther King, Jr. The film is strong, moving, a charge against complacency. I woke up with a phrase going through my head. "A hundred march, a hundred learn... a hundred pray, a hundred burn." On my way to work, I wrote out the words before I could forget them. The morning doodle was replaced by a Pantoum.
This weekend... I marched.