Thanks to “bronchial pneumonia,” I have had some time to do mindless things, which means ugly artwork. Okay, some is ugly; some I like. But since I shut down my art blog for a while until I can figure out something useful to do with it (any ideas?), I thought I could share bits of it here. This is my hobby, my creative outlet. It might sound funny that an author, who has to be creative in telling stories, needs a creative outlet. But writing is, while fun and fulfilling and sheer awesomeness, also a business. Art is play for me. I have no illusions that it will become any more than what it is.
AND I sure need to get rid of more TBR Books! To enter, just tell me what your hobby is. Maybe you’re a dedicated runner, or cook, or crafter. Share for a book from my TBR pile 🙂
Here’s what I’m calling the “pneumonia diaries.” I think good old WordPress is truncating the right edge off some of them. Clicking on them doesn’t seem to help, so I’m running them smaller.
I actually really like this piece–you can tell by the fold in the middle that it went into my art journal. It’s primarily acrylics and watercolor and india ink, from a free tutorial by Tamara Laporte, which you can find here should you want to try it or see her (much, much better) original. Lots of layers. I was just starting to get sick.
Then I started really feeling sucky and went abstract, although I like this piece, which was from a tutorial by French artist Mimi Bondi. It’s all acrylic, also done in my 9×12 journal, but has about a million layers on it. Maybe a million and one. I don’t normally like abstracts, but I think my fever identified with the chaos of it.
Then I got REALLY sick. I hate going to doctors so the fact that I dragged my carcass to the doctor’s office goes a lot toward explaining this bit of hideousness. It’s in my art journal so I’m not going to tear it up. It was from a tutorial by artist Felicia Borges, and from what little I remember of the tutorial through the fog of illness, I don’t think it was supposed to be pretty. Which is a damn good thing. I call it “Creepfest.”
Then I got sicker, and this atrocity to the art world resulted, with apologies to artist Wyanne Thompson, whose art I butchered…partly with intention because I didn’t like the process and was just trying to get through it and move on. Yeah, I think the fever was about 102 at the time too. It’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. To add insult to illness, it took about four days to do because it has a bazillion layers on it.
Finally, I started feeling better and went outside my journal for this piece, from a tutorial by German artist Andrea Gomoll, whose work I really enjoy although it’s not my normal style. I like this one, and actually–except for the sharp pain in my left lung whenever I inhale–enjoyed working on it. I must be recovering!
So what creative things have you been up to?