Idea for the Living Room

So I’m really tired of the painting in my living room.  It dates back to 1997.  Not that it’s been hanging there that long, I dug it out of the basement a year or so ago.  It’s from my senior thesis and it is driving me nuts to look at it.  Today I was walking through the room when I had the idea to make 3 panels for that space.  They would be multimedia renditions of 3 backbends from the second series of Ashtanga yoga, the first of which is Ustrasana, or Camel Pose.

This sketch, done while 2 of my 3 peeps were in gymnastics, is the 2nd pose or Lagu Vajrasana.  I forget what that means.  It is a very difficult quadricep burning backbend.  So the name might mean fire in the quads, but I doubt it.  And once you get your head to the floor, you’re expected to come back up the same way, not collapse to the floor.  Good luck with that.

Here’s a sketch.  This is taken from Beryl Bender Birch’s Power Yoga book, which is really Ashtanga yoga.  The trouble is this.  I love to draw the figure and I love to draw yoga poses, but I don’t just want to do illustrations.  Nothing wrong with illustration, mind you.  But I’m after paintings that make people sweat, that make you dig deep inside yourself for the answer you’ve been looking for.  A painting should rock your world, not be just pretty or well done or match your couch.  You know?  So I’m not sure how to get there, but I’ve just got to get on the bus.

So here’s a thought, and I’ll cross post this to my yoga blog.  If you happen to be proficient at camel pose, laghu vajrasana, and kapotasana, I’m looking for some photographs.  You’d have to give me permission to use the.  You might end up with a sketch or something out it if things go well.


It’s done, or is it?

I added color today, probably too soon.  I see that I should have softened some pencil lines, especially around the floating leaves.  I couldn’t see that though until I added the color.

Here’s my best tip of the day.  If you’re an artist and you haven’t seen Joanne Mattera’s website, click here now.  It’s my homepage.  Look through her history of posts for some of the best information you’ll find anywhere about managing your art career.

Finally, I’d love to hear some of you weigh in.  What makes a drawing a drawing?  What makes a painting a painting?  Is it the medium itself or level of finish?  I’m truly wondering….



Still more…

I could probably finish this tomorrow.  I’m looking at a book called “Drawings of the Masters:  American Drawings” which is part of a series of books on drawing that I found at a library booksale.  Thinking hard about what drawing means to me and what place it has in my work.  There are drawings that I admire but have no desire to emulate, yet I have always wanted a certain ease of rendering that which is seen whether it is a building, a tree, or a musician.  I have an idea to do some charcoal drawings of figures doing yoga poses on good paper.  I need to work on getting some pictures- or using what I have.  Hmm.. I could at least email a few yogis I know.


Reflections Draft 3ish

Oh this is slow going indeed.  It makes it clear to me why I gave up my art practice when I had a 2nd and then a third child.  I couldn’t fit it into 15 minute increments.  Today a 1/2 hour went by.  No big deal you say?  Half hours are precious fare in my life.  Meanwhile the kids watch a video, the dogs look on longingly, supper is delayed.  My time is coming, I tell myself.  My time is coming.


Draft 2 Reflections

My daughter says that this looks like scribbles.  Hopefully when it is finished it will look like leaves floating on reflections.  It was nice to work tonight with some suggestions from the book on drawing I’m reading.  I put a desk light in my work area, over my right side since I’m left handed so I don’t have to worry about cast shadows from my hand.  Working from right to left to avoid smearing the paper, putting a piece of paper underneath the drawing hand to keep it from smearing the graphite.  Also, I was extra careful to wash my hands first to avoid getting oil on the paper.

Must go, the children call.