Planning out a painting by doing sketches and studies in the sketchbook has some serious pros and cons:
- you fill up your sketchbook with fun things!
- you learn different ways to paint a subject
- you can practice different angles and choose the best ones
- you can take bits from every reference to create a new version
- you can try out different colour schemes before committing
- you can try out different compositions (thumbnails) before committing
- It takes longer
- It can be a form of procrastination
- It doesn't guarantee all of this work will pay off in the finished painting
- You may lose interest in the painting altogether because what you originally wanted to express is done now
I'm still searching for that perfect balance.
A sneak peek of this weekend's video! It makes no sense, I guess I just felt like doing wisteria on a golden background. That background doe. The colour gives me a 70s carpet vibe. But in a good way.
In other news, everything is angsty and annoying as usual. I'm considering a new career of becoming a swamp hermit. Hold up, I'm having a Goosebumps flashback. I used to wake up at 2am to read those books over and over! I'd like to say it was a simpler time, but I was just as anxious back then.
I have this weird hangover from yesterday's adventure. It involved walking through a huge garden on very little fuel, and then resting a moment at Peaceful Restaurant, which had some pretty delectable foods. I knew I was going to get some kind of headache from letting myself be hungry for too long, but it was a pretty lousy headache and some pretty stiff neck/shoulder/back muscles. I went to bed early.
I did not feel better this morning.
So it's been a little bit since the last time I did anything creative. Memory is failing me. I sit here, doing a really leisurely acrylic paint play in this found poetry journal. Artists who are not amateurs are doing stuff all the time. They're getting into shows, painting multiple hours a day, writing materials, sketching ideas.
I'm at a complete standstill. I go through long blocks of time either sleeping off and on through the night, or working at the day job where I don't have time to think about art stuff. So It's really hard to keep track of what I'm doing! I can't remember what I wanted to make, or what day it is, or what inspired me the other day.
I have a day off and I know that there were a bajillion things I wanted to do and I can't remember a single one of them.
*Sits, stares out the window*
I post so erratically here and I think it's a time lapse issue. I thought I just posted yesterday. NOPE! 4 DAYS AGO! What?? Where have I been? On a personal note, I'm practically gone nuts. I'm so focused on my May "holiday", but not in a productive way, but more in a doomsday kind of way. Like, it's some huge deadline. I wanted to plan the trip, buy the travel tix, get some discounted sightseeing tix, pass my driver's test (license expires very very soon). But I am only getting my work schedules 24 hours in advance because the ones they put up seem to be fake placeholders, so that I can't schedule anything. The last week or so has been a mad flurry of weird little things just going wrong (is astrology real??) . As a result, I'm not sleeping well, I'm breaking out into eczema constantly and all I hear inside of myself is this strange guttural wailing. Huh. I think I need to start keeping written journals again.
Back to the imagery at hand! So I did the charming amethyst painting to illustrate a fun dream. Here's a nightmare! Speaking of written journals, I was browsing through one from 2001, and found a description of a dream in which I found myself in the afterlife. Spoilers, we end up at the DMV, in case you were wondering. There, a bleeding child needed my help returning to the land of the living to track down a devil she invoked there. I had to fill out a form (remember, we die at the DMV). I had to be a member of a special union. A tear opened up in front of us, which darkened my vision and was announced by cats screaming (eek). The girl warned me that traveling through the tear could rip me apart, but before I could react someone just pushed me right in. It ended with me arriving at a dinner, but I guess that bit with the screaming cats kind of stuck with me.
Dreamscapes! Some dreams are so mundane and realistic that it's hard to tell what's real and what isn't after you wake up. But some dreams tweak the landscapes well into the fantastic, developing into one huge world you can visit whenever you fall asleep!
I dream about my childhood adventures a lot. Places hidden in the mountains, far enough away from home that I wake up in a panic wondering how I could get to work on time. A little bit Tyrell museum, a little bit Mesa from Minecraft. Highways become Hot Wheels tracks. Familiar lakes are displaced wherever the landscape builds around them. In this case, inside a huge underground amethyst geode!
In my dream, I wanted to find the lake so badly. I knew it was there, with pathways carved into the rock and torches casting flickering light over the glittering quartz walls. I didn't find it in my dream, but through painting, I was able to coerce it into reality. That's the power of being an artist or a writer.
Think about the weirdest dreams you've had. Where did they take place? Who are the characters you met? Could you describe anything specific from the memory? Could you draw it?
I started with a doodle I did during a coffee break at work. Then I practiced a little bit with an amethyst study, since I didn't think I could accurately paint one from memory alone! And then I did a practice run in my sketchbook to see if it would work as a painting (working on composition, lighting, colour).
In the meantime, this painting "Amethyst Lake" is available in the shop!
Hello! I'm Melissa, and here you'll find some behind-the-scenes footage of an artful life. Won't you join me?