The Musings of Molly
A blog primarily chronicling the artistic and writerly endeavors of a girl who moves with the change in wind patterns, and is always trying to puzzle out, and explore the life given.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Back at the drawing board
I have been stuck studying for tests for the past three weeks. Any free time that I have had has been nose to the book, hand to the index card. Not my favorite way to spend my time. I went from sketch-a-day to no more sketching, period. Granted these were classic "high stakes" tests so my studying was valuable but the balance I usually desire with art/creativity is also a valid high stake.
Needless to say, I delighted myself on pulling out a new canvas and starting a fresh picture this morning--a commission I put off until after these tests were done knowing my self well enough to tell the person I wouldn't be starting them until March (there are two different paintings on the brain). Patching the new hole in my art overalls, I settled in to Irish music and painting in tonal colors a scene of mountains--not my first choice of subjects but I was happy the client picked the thumbnail that I was most interested in recreating. After about four hours though my joints were done as was my interest so now the boy and I are happily legs up vegging on the couch--until I get up and clean my brushes as my responsible self ought to do...
Needless to say, I delighted myself on pulling out a new canvas and starting a fresh picture this morning--a commission I put off until after these tests were done knowing my self well enough to tell the person I wouldn't be starting them until March (there are two different paintings on the brain). Patching the new hole in my art overalls, I settled in to Irish music and painting in tonal colors a scene of mountains--not my first choice of subjects but I was happy the client picked the thumbnail that I was most interested in recreating. After about four hours though my joints were done as was my interest so now the boy and I are happily legs up vegging on the couch--until I get up and clean my brushes as my responsible self ought to do...