Dear blog reading people,
I have been unfaithful. Wanton in my wanderings. Nonblogging and nonplussed. Blame it on summer. Blame it on Bacardi. Blame it on the rain (remember Milli Vanilli?)
But, and this is important, I have been drawing...
This little bird is capable of flight, but is resting at the moment. Perched.
I think I was feeling a little disturbed when I did this one. I was thinking about how all of the bees are dying and we don't really know why. But I think this isn't about bees. I think it's about me. It's ALL about ME right? Actually, I think all art is a self-portrait of sorts. I have Frida Kahlo to thank for that realization.
I am still doing the Sharpie/chalk pastel thing.
It's so compact and quick. In the sort of words of Regina Spektor, "You can (draw) but you can't edit."
This one feels sad and hopeful to me.
White blood cells? Maybe my immune system is getting stronger.
I call this Whirling Dervish.
Whirlybirds. This looks Inuit to me. Wow, I'm so multicultural!
This is my favorite of the bunch and obviously not an impromptu/automatic drawing.
This is more of a four hour, second rendering kind of thing. Happy abundant feelings.
So, I don't know...what have I been being inspired by? I've been cooking alot. You know all those weird cuts of meat that are in the back of the freezer? Well, I've been cooking them. So cooking and Zambonis. Just the word Zamboni really. I decided (with my friend Catalina) that they sound like yummy Italian sandwiches smothered in Marinara sauce. Oh and we also came up with this idea...Dry Cleaning Drag Queens...The Musical. So really random stuff. I think I've been watching too much TV and having very symbolic dreams, but that's another blog post.
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