We interrupt…Posted: March 9, 2007 Filed under: Adventures in art, drawing, sabbatical 1 Comment
…the walk along the Potomac to show off my latest masterpiece. Yes, I’m like a little kid, wanting to hang my artwork on the fridge. If nothing else, that at least says something about my enthusiasm. Or my sanity. I’m not sure which.
Seriously, though, as I was just mentioning to a friend, I’m not particularly shy about showing off my artwork because I’m not being particularly judgmental about it. I’ve been trying to take a childlike approach and just enjoy it. If it turns out later on down the road that drawing and painting are not for me, oh well. At least I had fun while it lasted.
I struggled with this particular art assignment over the past week. Actually, the whole section on abstract art has had me struggling. In spite of what I said about childlike approaches, I’ve found it hard to just let go and scribble. During those moments when I did manage to accomplish it, I found it fun and relaxing. If I could just hold on to that… but that would be defeating the whole purpose of letting go, wouldn’t it? Therein lies part of the dilemma of trying to take a childlike approach when one is a (slight) control freak.
I did manage to scribble (I won’t be posting that one) and make my way through the unstructured doodling assignment. The third part, structured doodling, was a tad easier for me because, well, it involves structure.
Here it is:
I will say this about structured doodling: It’s a meditative and relaxing process. I should keep that in mind the next time I’m feeling stressed out from the hormonal fluctuations of perimenopause.
Do you think I should send this off to the Tate Modern? I dunno…it’s not any worse than some of the stuff they have in there, that’s for sure.
Very nice! It reminds me of river rocks laid out over a creek bed; a variety of sizes but uniform in shape from years of jostling against one another. Good colour pallet; same intensity. Nothing that doesn’t belong.