Fun with Figures

I love the looseness and relaxed quality I can get by making these timed sketches, such as this “Weeping Woman” – the final pose of my class today.

Will I Ever Learn?

Will I ever learn to create the landscapes I want? Will I ever be able to paint trees that make me smile? Or will it always be a struggle for me?

Turning Heads

The human body — head and all — fascinates me. I’m still loving my anatomy and figure drawing practices, but what’s the point of drawing bodies if I can’t include heads and faces?

A Milestone on the Journey

As I watched my list of followers increase, I formed an ambitious hope. I wanted to have 500 followers before the blog’s first anniversary. It seemed impossible, but today — months before the celebration — I hit that milestone.

One More for the Recycle Bin

The best I could manage was a fairly-decent sky, and from a distance, the tree-covered hills are all right. Maybe. I’m not even showing the entire painting because the rest of it is so hideous.

Digital Fun

I don’t know how to use digital graphics programs like Photoshop or GIMP, so I just play around with them until I come up with something I like.

An Artist’s Dilemma

In many ways, the painting does reflect who I am as an artist, and I like that. At the same time, I want to explore so many other colors and ideas.

Sketchbook Memories

Every artist — and every aspiring artist — should have a sketchbook. Although it might seem like an insignificant little thing, it’s one of the most important tools in our art arsenal.

Next on the Agenda

Recently, I’ve started practicing trees, and while I can do them fairly well in practice, I don’t seem able to get them the way I want when I try to include them in a landscape.

But, It Doesn’t Look Like a Bird

It was about midnight when I suddenly woke up and realized that I hadn’t done anything for the monthly celebration of our feathery friends, so I stumbled out of bed, grabbed a warm robe, and headed to my little art room, still half asleep.

Artistic Frustration

The new painting was turning out better than I’d hoped, and then, at the last minute, I made a disastrous mistake. I wanted to make the water in the lake appear to have a little movement in it, and it all went wrong. I was almost in tears to see what I had done. But I persisted. I could never completely fix the mistake and go back to the serene, placid lake I had before, but I did what I could to salvage the painting.

Die, Mr. Partridge, Die!

I did my best to work around the still visible contours of the partridge body, and finally — after many hours of frustration — came away with a scene that accomplished my purposes.