It’s been a big artistic week for me. I’ve spent hours creating a new Skillshare course called, ‘Create Intricate Line Drawings’, and I’m super excited that I’ve managed to pull this off.
I’ve had to learn how to create effective time lapse videos, create video content that flows and makes sense, draw and draw and draw, get comfortable doing voice overs and figure out how to edit on iMovie too.
Below is a sneak peek at my course thumbnail and I’ve created a super simple, super short time lapse video to show you a snippet of the content.
Below are three of the intricate line drawings I created as part of my Skillshare course demonstration.
I really do hope people enjoy the class. I’m happy with it. It took days to create the content and now I am utterly exhausted.
Tomorrow, I’m back to travelling on the train to go to my day job. That means it’s time to return to my story, The Living Death of Toddy James. I’ve finally finished the second edit and now I am going through plugging plot holes and polishing it to the best of my ability.
Another step closer to getting my manuscript back to the editor for the next round of creative publication preparation work.
I’ll update you on my next art project in the near future. I’m currently studying portraiture and hope to show you some of my work soon.
In the meantime, happy creating and thanks for dropping by.
Last month, I found myself playing with a new Sharpie which I love love LOVE! Who would have thought that I could get so passionate about an ink pen? But there you have it. I love to draw and express whatever wants to emerge from inside me at the time. The above photo is a progress shot of an abstract drawing that I worked on for a couple of days during January 2014. I like it. I like this one a lot.
This is an image of the finished abstract drawing with purple and blue hue oil pastels rubbed into the acid-free paper. I had so much fun rubbing the oils into the paper and seeing them mingle and create such an awesome effect.
I never plan these kinds of drawings… they are organic and evolutionary. They decide what they want to be when they are on the page. My right brain has a fabulous time creating these images and I am so happy with the way this one has turned out.
After some reflection, I have decided to dedicate this post to the complexity that I felt inside while playing with this drawing and especially to some of the complex personal/professional connections I have in my life.
Life can be filled with twists and turns, ups and downs. Some days, I feel high with happiness (figuratively speaking people – I don’t do drugs), and other days I feel low and lost in a mire of depression. Although, to look at me, you probably wouldn’t see the dark depression that sometimes lurks in the shadows.
It is difficult to express the complex emotions that go through me at various moments in my life. Sometimes I feel like I am truly on track in life, doing what I do best and loving things. Then, wham! Just like that, I am thrown into a darkness that has me wondering if I have anything to offer the world at all!
Is that a bad thing to admit? I don’t think it matters really. I would rather be up front about the way I feel than hide in plain sight.
Today, at work, I felt rather unhappy.
I am going to be honest about how complex things can be for me. There are days, at work, where I interact with various people and have life learning experiences. I believe that every experience has something to offer me and I do what I can to learn from all experiences and better myself. Anyway, I have noticed a pattern, a bit like my complex abstract artwork, and that is that some people seem to have an inability to stop themselves from over explaining, talking too much and dismissing other people’s opinions.
Personally, there are times when I feel that I am not heard or listened to at all.
It bothers me.
I sit and reflect on what is happening and wonder, am I being over-sensitive?
But mostly, I wonder how I can possibly be of any assistance to people around me if they cannot hear what I have to offer?
This disinterest in my value makes me feel resentful, angry and desperate for freedom.
I secretly (or not so secretly now…) wish for something better. Maybe a better job, maybe to run away and join the circus. I only wish I was good with heights and flexible enough to do that kind of job… alas, I fall short of those particular skill strengths.
I hope you do not mind me confiding in you that I want to create better life for myself and to establish more balanced working relationships?
I guess it’s a work in progress, relating to people. Yet, there are times when I find myself unable to make my way across that bridge as I encounter certain people who seem to consider that their opinion, thoughts and assessments of a given situation are always right.
There are days when I wonder if these people only like to hear the sound of their own voice?
Lately, I have noticed that when one of these rather self-absorbed, ‘the world orbits around me,’ people begin talking, I don’t hear them. I hear ‘blah, blah, blah, don’t you think my way is right? Aren’t I good? Don’t you agree with me??? blah etc’ white noise…
It’s very difficult to stay tuned in to people who do this. Especially when they appear to be open to feedback only to somehow misplace that feedback and continue the same self-absorbed destructive behaviour pattern.
Am I the only one who cannot stand ‘white noise?’
I hear them waffle on and on, making superfluous points which are important only to them and their internal agendas.
What can I say… life is complex. People are complex. I am complex. I guess it takes all sorts of people to make up the tapestry of humanity. Some people I like and can listen to for, like ever!
And other people are like listening to the television late at night when is goes ‘schhhhhhhhhhhhhh.’
I have to admit, I’m kind of over trying to look interested in people who do this. Harsh but true.
At least I am honest.
I had better leave my complex complaining there.
I hope you are having a great day/night and getting the best out of life. I am sure that this situation is teaching me something valuable, even if it is not to treat other people the way that I have been treated by the ‘white noise’ brigade.
I’ve been sick this week, which means that I have been in bed either sleeping or resting on the couch. As a nice bonus, I have had some time to draw and look what I discovered on the page!
I love my unicorn.
Believe it or not, this image was inspired by a clasp from a beaded bracelet that I made a week ago. I love black ink pens and this drawing just came to life.
I am not sure if it is truly finished. Maybe there is more, maybe not. That’s the thing that I love about creative expression, I just need to wait and let it come as it is meant to be…
But my creativity didn’t stop there.
I have another drawing to share with you that is below…
I am not sure what to title this one, but I was watching Supernatural as I was doodling around in my A3 diary and this is what came out.
I think it is very symbolic of new life, opportunity and the creative life force that is inside all of us at all times.
I think it shows a protective quality in the thorns as they safe guard the nurturing internal creative process in the middle.
Again… I am not sure if this one is truly finished, but I am sure that will be revealed when the time is right.
I have to say… this was a crap drawing at first and I really did not like it. I was so disappointed in the beginning but then, out of no-where it transformed into what you can now see.
And that is why I love art. It is a process which is very symbolic of my life and the way that I process events inside myself. I let things be messy and messed up. I wonder how I will ever make it through the moment and then somehow things just work out. I love that. I truly do love that.
Today, I want to show you some of my visual diary playful creations. This is where you will begin to see some themes appearing in my artwork.
Back when I lived in Melbourne, I did a general drawing class as part of my art course and found that I had developed an absolute LOVE of lines. This quickly developed into a love of geometric shapes over the years between 2004 and 2013.
This top image seems to be one that a lot of people really like. Personally, I am not sure why? The reason is… to me it is a flop. I turned out okay-ish but it wasn’t what I had wanted to create when I put pen to paper. But I guess that is what happens with art. Sometimes you just make what you make and it is in the eyes of the viewer as to what they think is great.
At the time that I put this up my Shapland Art Facebook Fan Page, I wrote this caption: ‘Life sometimes feels a bit on the blurry side, filled with colour, messages, hopes, dreams and sometimes the road is littered with broken dreams discarded as life experiences come to each of us. In the hardest of times, if one looks just a little closer there is positive opportunity for change, transformation and hope. Sometimes I am trying to put the pieces of my life together and they don’t always fit… but I’m always watching for my own personal silver lining.’
I guess that sums up where I was at when I did this piece.
This image below has never been titled as I wouldn’t know where to begin. All I can remember about the time that I was creating this piece was that I had just come through a relationship break up and finding myself again as a single woman. I quite like the complexity in this piece.
Actually, all of the drawings below were completed around the time that I was re-connecting with myself as a single and empowered woman. It was an intense but deeply healing experience to draw these images. They took days to complete but oh so worth the effort.
Another untitled image – no idea what I was thinking while drawing it. I was just… ‘being’.
And below is one of my fav pieces because of the simplicity in it. I remember staring with a figure 8 and expanding outward. All of my drawings here have morphed out of a single mark on the paper to become what you see now. I rarely sit down to actually design them, they create themselves without my left-brain-ness dictating where things will go. I think that is what I really truly love about lines and geometry — they are whatever they want to become. The possibilities for creation are infinite to me.