Oh my gosh, what am I going to do? Fill my house with paintings made by me for me? I can't help but paint these wacko things. I crack up over them, and I think, "Jill, you know no one is going to hang this in their living room!" But you know what, I TOTALLY would! And I probably will! Perhaps, though, there's a fellow whacked out soul or two who can chuckle at these things and whose home would be happy to embrace it. Otherwise, I guess I'll have to start paneling my ceiling with these hilarious (maybe only to me) canvases, because I just can't stop, and quite frankly, I don't want to. This one is one of my favorites of all time. (-:
In February 2013, Lesley Riley (http://www.lesleyriley.com/) had a call for art for her book containing her favorite quotes. That book became "Quotes Illustrated" and was published in November and available on both her website and amazon.com. Her book was picked up by a larger publisher, North Light Books and will be reissued towards the end of this year (2014) in a new version including 30 more pieces of artwork.
Lesley extended a second call for art and had over 200 entries for that small amount of spaces. I sent in an image for that art call as well. Below is my quote from Hugh MacLeod:
One needs to have that big
adventure before truly appreciating how utterly wonderful that simple, mundane
stuff actually is.
And...here is my illustration for it. I was not accepted this time around, but I absolutely love my drawing--is it bad to say that? Hmm, I'm still going to say it, because in all honesty, I do absolutely love it. ha! (-;
The quote and illustration that did get accepted into the original book is below.
When you follow your
bliss... doors will open where you would not have thought there would be doors,
and where there wouldn't be a door for anyone
Here is a most beautiful short film from Carlos Lascano called "Lila." Thank you Suzi Poland for bringing this slice of beauty to my attention. Gracias a Carlos Lascano por esta pelica encantada. (Thank you, Carlos Lascano for this enchanting film.)
She is like "Amelie" come to life as a sketcher! I feel full of happiness that such beauty and imagination exists in the world. I wish I knew you personally!
This painting emerged when I smeared some molding paste on a canvas. I saw a face in the lower left-hand side and it grew from there. I knew I wanted to include some sort of quote about feeling down, but becoming lifted when you follow your heart even if you don't know where it's leading. That, of course, is my feeling about art, a complete lifesaver in my life. I searched for quotes, and these two were my favorites and top contenders:
"The heart has its reasons which reason knows not." --Blaise Pascal
and my ultimate favorite:
"When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object." --Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
I was going with that one, going with it like the tearful, yet hopeful figure in the painting floating to his destiny. Somehow, though, it was just not succinct enough, and it didn't reflect what I felt was the initial feeling of this fellow: Despair.
And then I thought, "No despair, if you follow your heart." The message on the painting is a bit of a puzzle, which a life's journey oftentimes end up being, no? I felt it hit exactly what I was trying to express.
Here he is hanging outside in setting sun:
And one more shot floating up through the just blossoming magnolia tree:
I'm participating in an online class called Sketchbook Skool created by Danny Gregory and Koosje Koene and one of the assignments last week was to sketch in public. I have sketched "out and about" before, but never before a concert---jeepers, sure seems like I was a nerd extraordinaire sitting at my table, but baby, I had a homework assignment to fulfill! ha! I sketched a bit between songs as discreetly as possible--is this girl dedicated or what? (-; Anyway, when I got home, I quickly added some watercolor, but almost feel like it looked better in black and white.
Last Friday, my husband and I saw Sam Llanas, founder and former member of the BoDeans and his current band. The guitarist, Sean Williamson, was so good! We were seated at a table right by the stage so I had quite a good view of the sound equipment. O.K., without further ado, here's my quick sketch.
Both last year and this year, I participated in Kat Sloma's international postcard swap. It's such a great artistic combination of online activity and snail mail. Kat encourages you to meet a deadline, follow instructions, and get your work published into a postcard format. O.k., on initial reading, this may not seem like such a big deal, but really people, it is. It's just another way of demonstrating to our procrastinating selves that taking baby steps forward can help to push a door or resistance down and let your art pour through.
Below are some of the wonderful postcards I received, along with their messages. I posted the one I sent out at the very bottom. Join Kat next year yourself, and push your art a little further out into the world! Click on the link at the bottom of this post.
From Jae-Eun Pilsbury, Surrealist Painter (www.jaeeunpilsbury.com)
"Art Must be an expression of love or it is nothing." -Marc Chagall
From Pearl: "The creative adult is the child who survived." --Ursula Le Guin
From Granny Sharon: Art is Everywhere.
From Lyne Augh (I think that's the spelling) Be Amazing! Keep up the good art!
Mine. A little something I drew/painted while sitting in my booth at an art show a few years back. I added the following quote: “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see...” — Henry David
My Grandma Peacock used to say, "There's a lid for every pot." I think I included that before in my 365-Day Project of a painting/drawing a day, but not before did the phrase take center stage. I'm glad these two found each other. (-;
Betty Sue could feel the pull of spring nipping at here widening waist and winter sluggishness. Time to get out her exercise DVDs and try to whittle that middle down! She huffed and she puffed, and you had to admire her fortitude in keeping up with leg lifts, side kicks, and arm circles. But then she came to that darn double-leg cross grapevine move and she faltered. Looking over her shoulder at the t.v. screen, trying to follow her svelte television instructor, she tripped and twisted her ankle. Cursed aerobics hell! She limped to her freezer, grabbed some Ben and Jerry's ice cream, hobbled to the couch and put an end to that insanity.
Speaking of winter, here's a few shots I took last Saturday morning. I actually was walking Ebert, when I saw this ice in the alley looking like broken glass. It was so beautiful, I had to run back alone with my camera, but even a 5 minute difference had changed its appearance in the warming sun. Still, here's a peek at nature's mosaic.
Then there was this fellow. Just a lollipop of a big-headed icicle sticking straight up out of the snow. He looks like a heart, and in the next, an upright cobra, and then a side-view of a screaming mouth and eyes.
Eyes and Mouth on the upper right-hand side.
And I love all the detritis and debris in this dirty snow bank. I want to use that background in a painting.
Here are some wintry goodies. I took this shot of banana bundt cake while it was still steaming, fresh out of the pan:
I used 2 cups of gluten-free Cup4Cup flour and 1 cup of almond meal to make it gluten-free.