Art never fails to inspire, elevate, calm , and motivate me.
No matter my mood, looking at paintings and sculpture soothes me. When I go to this blog, I am faced with joy, longing and ... yes even a bit of envy. Leanne is so talented, I wish I was as good of an artist as she is.
Here are two drawings I did as a teen in high school. I think with the first I was 14, and the second 15 or 16. I wish the pictures had come out a little better, they are a bit blurry because of my dying digital camera and because of the glare proof glass... click them to see more detail.
The picnic scene hangs in my dining room, some days I don't even notice it. On others I crave the feel of shiny pencils and scratchy paper on my skin. The drawing of the girl, you probably recognize... that was me when I was about 6 or 7. I drew this for my mother as a Christmas present, and the memory of her response when she opened it makes this drawing hard for me to look at... well in the past anyway. I paid for every part of this present, with my time and hard earned money. I was hoping she would love me for drawing for her... something she complained about a lot. I was "so talented, but didn't love her enough to draw something for her". When I finally did, instead of matching my excitement... she crushed me.
Today, I removed the bubble wrap to take a picture, and I was pleasantly surprised to see an image of myself smiling like that. I think she (young me) deserves a place on my walls some where, if not only because I am proud of what I accomplished in this drawing... even if my mother was not. I am a little ashamed of myself for not making the time for my art, and only have a few paintings to show for my years since graduating from high school 20 years ago.
Anyway... seeing my own work, and not being critical of it for once in my life has really, truly inspired me! I can't wait to get my hands on something and get to work!