Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Sauna Scowler

Gide felt anger rising within him until his muscles flexed and sweat droplets quivered in ferocity.  How dare those new hotel guests invade his early morning sauna?  He threw them his most smoldering of scowls to send them on their way.


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Myrna, Her Bike, and Her Floppy Straw Hat

It was spring so Myrna decided to take her bike and her floppy straw hat out for a ride.


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Happy St. Patty's Day

Deaglan was feeling a little low on this St. Patrick's Day, missing his homeland a little more keenly than usual.  He felt his face fold into furrows as he scowled against the cold wind.  Winter was giving a last little gasp, and this Irishman wasn't too happy about it.  He was just about to resign himself to feeling cranky all day when someone on the street turned his frown upside down with the offering of a free Shamrock coffee.

"My luck is changing, Deaglan thought.  He felt his wrinkles soften as he accepted this serendipitous gift, and reminded himself of a saying from his homeland, "If you're lucky enough to be Irish, you're lucky enough."  He was.  Hope you get lucky, too. (-;


Thursday, March 12, 2015

Summer Pierre

Back at the end of 2010 and the beginning of 2011, I was in quite a deep state of sadness.  A growing unrest and unhappiness had been building in me, and all I knew was that I wanted to draw, bake, and read.  I wrote it in my journal, I said it aloud, I felt it in my heart.

Now, I had been creative throughout my life, painting as a child, but writing most of all.  I really began to draw and paint around 1997 and came to be viewed as an artist by some people a few years later. Still, I didn't entirely devote myself to art until about 5 years ago.

That mantra (draw, bake, read), along with the pledge to dedicate myself until death to becoming the best drawer I could be, saved my life.  I read Patti Smith's, "Just Kids," and I came alive with her beautiful words and dedication to art.  How could it be that the "godmother of punk" had felt the way I was feeling about being an artist?!  I've written about Patti several times before on this blog, but that's not who I want to talk about now.

There were a few other inspirational people whom I began to run across, and one of those was Summer Pierre.  She is a cartoonist, an illustrator, author of two wonderful books, and a formerly touring indie rocker.  If you are unfamiliar with here, please do yourself a favor and check out her website HERE.

I ordered Summer's books, "The Artist in the Office:  How to Creatively Survive and Thrive 7 Days a Week" and "Great Gals: Inspired Ideas for Living a Kick-Ass Life" and further felt driven--and INSPIRED, and dare I say, CAPABLE OF, living my life as an artist.  I still am an "artist in the office," but Summer made me feel that I was not alone in this situation.  And isn't that just the greatest gift?  To know that you're not alone in this world when you feel exactly the opposite--that there are others who know your struggle even if they don't know you?

   

I began to follow Summer's blog, and her honest posts.  She did not shy away from sad thoughts or hard feelings.  I liked that.  A lot.  I mean, I loved that.  Because somewhere in my past, it probably was from Natalie Goldberg ("Writing Down the Bones")--yes, it was--who said that it is your obligation as a writer (artist) to be honest.  I took that directive to heart.  You risk a lot by doing so, people thinking you're bi-polar, too open, embarrassing, but you know, whatever!  If Patti Smith, Natalie Goldberg, and Summer Pierre can risk it, I can, too.  Besides, what company to be in, no?

So, Summer is becoming more and more famous for her witty, insightful, and intelligent comics. In one of her posts, she invited readers to exchange postcards with her, which I did.  I'm trying to cut to the chase, peeps.  On Monday (3/9/15) of this past week, Summer posted this comic on her website and also posted IT online at Medium.com.  I'm in it, people!  I'm the painter from IL writing about peaches!  What an honor to be included in something written by someone you have looked up to and admired.  Well, there are just no words.  Please check out Summer for yourselves!





Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Doodling Maryann

My co-worker was talking to me the other day, and I decided to draw her eye.  I can't stop myself from drawing when the moment hits, so I just go with it.  Anyway, we were discussing something rather involved, so I just kept drawing--taking advantage of a moment when she was on the phone--to continue doodling.  I did have some struggle, as she was constantly shape-shifting--turning her head, looking up, looking down at the computer and keyboard.  I did my best to be a ninja doodler--stealthily trying to hide my lines from her.  Here she is with my rudimentary tools- a pen and a few mini-colored pencils I had in my desk drawer.

Oh, yeah, there's also a little birthday cake drawing for me, too. (-:

By the way, Maryann is such a good sport.  I am continually humming and singing,


"All day and all night, Maryann, 
down by the seashore sifting sand"

These are the only verses I know, and yet she STILL has not screamed, "stop singing that!"  Only time will tell if can continue tolerating my mindless serenade. (-;




Saturday, March 7, 2015

Connie, Our Sweet Tornado

Our dear co-worker and friend, Connie, passed away suddenly this week and our hearts are shocked and broken into bits.  She was ever-ready to help others, professional, capable, a whirlwind of energy, and a leader.  She is still leading us--teaching us to appreciate every moment and droplet of our days on this precious Earth.  We may have to let you go, Connie, but you are forever in our hearts.

watercolor, watercolor pencil, pastel, graphite


Sunday, March 1, 2015

Miss Tess and the Talkbacks

Last Wednesday, Kman and I went to see Miss Tess and the Talkbacks.  What a great group!  Here's their website so check them out.  How shall I describe them?  Patsy Kline/Stray Cat-like Brooklyn Hipsters with a blues-bending guitarist?  I don't know.  All I know is that I loved them, and they were probably one of my top groups I've seen at a local venue.  Loved their song "Downtown," the way their harmonies would swell together.  Good grief, it looks like all of my clips from that night are too big for Blogger to upload correctly.  Well, check out the 1st for about a 5-second clip to prove I was there. Ha!  Ignore the 2nd--I can't remove it for some reason.  Just check their website for more.

I drew a quick sketch of their gear before they began, and wanted to draw each of them.  I only managed a bit of the guitarist.  By the time I got to the bassist, I was getting lost in the music and put that pen down, people.  This one is a fairly rudimentary drawing, but you know, just trying to show how I'm always at it and how you should be, too! (-;



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Full Circle

Happy March 1st!  

It's been snowing since last night.  Snow on top of snow.  It feels warmer, though, and the snow is gentle.  I feel hope that Mother Nature is about to turn a corner.  Nonetheless, I don't think She wants us to forget that all seasons are favored, and She isn't about to short shrift the current one.

I thought I had finished this last night, but ended up putting more contrast into it this a.m.  I was listening to Led Zeppelin's, "Rain Song" while doing so--it's gentle, beautiful strings and gradual crescendoing underscored the cyclic nature of the piece (or at least it did in my mind.)

My husband said on his phone, he initially couldn't see the face in the roots.  I darkened it a little below to enhance it.  I used circles because of their symbolism:
The circle is a universal symbol with extensive meaning. It represents the notions of totality, wholeness, original perfection, the Self, the infinite, eternity, timelessness, all cyclic movement... (Hermes Trismegistus)). 
In any event, I'm very happy with this one...took a long time, but I was in a meditative state so it didn't matter.

Here are a few other pictures of what I woke up to this Sunday morning.   Pussy willows wearing a coat of snow.  March, I'm glad you're here.





Led Zeppelin's  "The Rain Song"

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Seasonal Straddle

It was warmer today, and we're in the last week of February.  
It's a miracle with promises of tulips around the corner.


Sunday, February 22, 2015

Chicken Soup for the Bod

Hey all!  My "About Me" says I talk about food on this blog, but I've decided to stick to art and/or art inspiration on livedrawpaint.  If you want to see my foodie creations, jump over to my listentomypielady.blogspot.com for things like this luscious elixir below.




Saturday, February 21, 2015

Nate Milton "Feelings" Video

Being a fan of celebrating the loveliness of little things in life, you'll understand why I am equally in love with this sweet video I found on Vimeo by Nate Milton called "Feelings." In his words, "For three weeks, I wrote down any thought, image or memory that gave me a tingly feeling. I animated the list, and what it accidentally became was…" Enjoy! At the end of the clip above, there was a link to another video. Here is a gem of sophisticated canine humor (a category I just made up, but in light of the upcoming Oscars tomorrow night, one that the Academy should definitely think of including!)--I was laughing out loud! I'm imagining he took inspiration from the film "Amelie" as the French narrator says things like, "Orson detests the rain. He enters it to spite it and to piss on it." "Orson is depressed. He's been painting morose watercolors (omg-love it!) and thoughtless still lifes." This Nate Milton is a genius!

Friday, February 20, 2015

Three Deer

Driving home a new way tonight, I saw a wondrous sight.  Three deer crossing the road in front of me.  Such a beautiful gift from nature set against Her less generous gift of cold winds and swirling snow.


Watercolor, Acrylic, and Ink
140 lb. Arches Watercolor

Sunday, February 15, 2015

RIP Philip Levine

Goodbye, Philip Levine, Poet Laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner, and champion of the working class.

Quote from interview with the Paris Review:
"I realized that I wanted to enter my life exactly as I had the first time, but with one huge difference:  this time I wanted to love my life and myself."
And this beautiful line of observation from his poem, "The Last Shift" on the closing of the Detroit Packard plant (Hear in his own voice from the Detroit Free Press here):
"A police car dozed across the street, its motor running. I could see the two of them eating jelly doughnuts as delicately as two elderly women and drinking their coffee from little styrofoam cups."
When a writer or poet dies of such import--no, I will say of any import--I visualize their beautiful words, swirling around and within their souls, down into the ground, into the flames, into the sky, forever and always intertwined with their essence of existence and a gift to anyone--that number ever diminishing--who will hear and read them.


Click here for the NY Times Obituary

Click here for Comcast's Obit, which was very good, but which disappeared from the main page after just a few hours to be replaced by a star's 2nd pregnancy announcement.  For a reason such is this, I write this blog.

Any finally, this excellent clip of the film, "Packard:  The Last Shift."  Please watch, it's so good, haunting, moving.

 How he started.


Saturday, February 14, 2015

Falling Hearts

Falling Hearts


8" x 10"
140 lb. cold press watercolor paper
Acrylic, gouache, ink

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Annie Lennox Put A Spell On You 2015 Grammy's

Annie Lennox SHUT it DOWN!  This woman had the entire Grammy's audience in the palm of her hand.  Hozier was lovin' it, too!  Here is true musical greatness!  The fireworks really start at 2:44.  Watch it and bow down to a master vocalist!

Annie Lennox (with Hozier) 2015 Grammy's
Here's the link.  

Let me just say, I was feelin' a little glum earlier in the day (see my prior post), but this performance, I feel empowered and ready to take on the world.  Thank you, Annie.  It will go down in history.

Here's this post from theremina on Tumblr:  Annie on Ageism:

"There’s this youth culture that is really, really powerful and really, really strong, but what it does is it really discards people once they reach a certain age. I actually think that people are so powerful and interesting - women, especially - when they reach my age. We’ve got so much to say, but popular culture is so reductive that we just talk about whether we’ve got wrinkles, or whether we’ve put on weight or lost weight, or whether we’ve changed our hair style. I just find that so shallow."
–Annie Lennox (born 25 December, 1954)
Happy 60th birthday, you badass!

Blue Veins by The Raconteurs

The grey skies have got me down.  This song by The Raconteurs got me out of it.

Listen, I ALWAYS have music playing.  I don't just post songs to flush out my blog posts.  This is just how much music means to me and always has.  You ever hear of that theory that if you're feeling down, listen to something that correlates and it will bring you up?  I think it's true.  Anyway, I felt better after listening to this 12 times in a row. Ha!  Truth is, the last week and 1/2 I have been watching/playing on my computer, "It Might Get Loud," the 2008 film about music--the love of the guitar, mainly--featuring Jimmy Page, The Edge, and Jack White.  Wait, what does that have to do with anything?  Oh yeah, there was about a 2.5 second clip on "Blue Veins" so I had to listen to the entire thing.  That's how I got here.  Glad I clarified that for myself!

Here's what I drew while listening to it.  I could have done something productive, like get my tax receipts in order, but, uh, no.  Not happening.  I suppose it might look scary to some, but you can't worry about that.  If I did, I wouldn't be drawing/painting anything.

The Grammy's are just under an hour away--hope you're going to be watching them with me.


Blue Veins - Raconteurs Live in Holland
This concert is phenomenal--thank you mlove87 for posting it!  
See my post on "Bang Bang" and/or "Ax Man" for another spectacular song.   
Wish I could have been there...


Thursday, February 5, 2015

Jack Kerouac - The Haunted Life

I've been reading Jack Kerouac's The Haunted Life.  Did you know that Kerouac thought that he had possibly lost the manuscript in a taxicab?  Turns out that was not quite the case.

According to the Todd Tietchen in the book's introduction,

"The lost manuscript resurfaced as an entry in the Sotheby's auction catalog in June 2002, fifty-eight years after its disappearance.   The manuscript had been willed to the seller by his longtime domestic partner, who claimed to have discovered it decades earlier in the closet of a Columbia University dorm room. ...Kerouac had spent October 1944 living in Allen Ginsberg's dorm room at Columbia..."  
Tietchen continues:
"While the thought of his manuscript making the rounds of Manhattan's streets in the backseat of a yellow cab probably struck Kerouac as both poignant and romantic, the truth of the matter seems to be that he had left the manuscript in Ginsberg's room after accepting a berth on the merchant vessel Robert Treat Paine (only to jump ship in Virginia and head back to New York).  Why he subsequently lost track of the manuscript is impossible to say, though, true to its title, The Haunted Life eventually rematerialized in public sight like an apparition whose business in the world had been cut unexpectedly short."
Isn't that last sentence fabulous...rematerialized in public sight?  Let's luxuriate in the beauty of words.

Well, I don't know about you, but I also believe in poignant romance.  Here is my imaginings of Kerouac pounding the streets the NYC, desperately wondering which cab speeding by him carried the missing pages of his potential masterpiece.  Perhaps the sheets were flying out the window, taking on a further life of mystery, swirling through the air and absorbing more life than what already was contained on the page.



P.S.  I just thought of something!  Have any of you seen 2000's Wonder Boys with Michael Douglas and Robert Downey, Jr. and originally written by Michael Chabon in 1995?  (One of my top ten favorite movies by the way.)  There is a scene at the end of the movie where innumerable pages dance there way off into nowhere as well.  I'll have to watch that DVD for the 358th time.

February 7, 2015.  HEY peeps, here's an update, and it comes courtesy of Buzz Bain, a FB friend, from Oregon.  Check out the original blog post at www.potrzebie.blogspot.com   and check out the video of Kerouac's artwork from the New York Public Library's Kerouac collection.