Draw a doodle for me.
-N.
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The embrooidery of wall hangings getting better. I'm self designing and all the rage for it. even if it is just to myself. I'm trying very hard not to do referential work in any style or vein. All the work is mine from inception to finish. For Christmas I'm delving into crosses. Some standard, but the Ethiopian croses are much more interesting.
Draw a doodle for me. -N. I've figured out a new service to one of my DBAs called Herban. Herban's focus is herbalism, food, harvesting, gardening, and of course ecological, environmental and economical. The new service is recycling clothing. I should say refurbishing. The focus is taking in old clothing and redesigning them with an upscale and/or ethic detail. I'm learning more about tailoring and I've got support for the endeavor. Now its a matter of getting supplies and remembering designs. A camera will come in hand for that.
I've never had formal sewing lessons like my soon to be business partner, but from what she tells me, I'm ahead of the game because I make patterns and sew them. The final products have been coming out very well. I have sold. I feel odd that I'm declining a festival, but I do not have enough for sale. But there are other opportunities coming up. Thinking positive. Finding sales venues will come when I understand the market better. The cycles of when to work and when to sale will play out well. I expended what energy I had yesterday by cleaning almost everything in site. It made little sense to take on a large project or two, but I did. I'm tired, I'm angry and I'm fed up. The ideas and the desire come like rushing torrents. The problem is that it is directed toward multiple projects. Then I get frustrated when I get tired or can not finish in a day. Patience is a prime key. I finally came to the realization again that the time and work you do in school is all projects. Its designed to be a safety valve to let out the mistakes, the half-hearted attempts, and the "I don't give a dame just give me a grade" type work a place to fester and sometimes die. Out here is the time for refinement and masterpieces. Breakthroughs, which I had several today, still count. Albeit you don't have the collegality of the student pool to consult with. Being an artist is a solo position. You are the only one that knows how the work is supposed to go and you are the only one who can do it right.
I fester and ruminate over not being fast enough. I have not intentino on creating craft projects to be thrown away with the passing of a fad and a new season. I am not a machine and neither can I curve a line like a computer nor can I repetitive stitch even strokes like a sewing machine. Hand-crafted does not have to mean sloppy, but it does mean that it will be distinctive. The ideas come with regular speed and I can not seem to keep the hand of the pen writing quick enough to keep up. I have lost so much that way. Still, when my mind is slower, ink and paper work well.
Dreamwork issues have come up again. I'm in another visual phase and I can not do much but watch sometimes whether awake or asleep. Though active now in my dreams,the next phase may be lucid. I'll try not to digress to much. I've started researching creating a dream forum or class of some type. Not for the purpose of manifesting more things, but life path work and dream path discovery. Some of the groups, rather business that perform workshops are more motivational therapy. It would amount to listening to ZigZiglar or Tony Robbins in your sleep. I have no desire to facilitate idol worship nor hypnogogic idea seeding like that at all. Putting together a workshop will take time. I'm thinking more interm of a few months of exploration of dreams and sleep with others. Of course I'd want permission to use their stories in art work. Maybe, with a little time, this one will appear as well. I've been delving into the old journals I kept through grad school. Having started, I've settled back into archaeoastronomy with a toddler type twist. I've moved into a phase much like when Picasso and Paul Klee dropped the advanced technical drawing for a while and pursued childhood, a new venue opened up.
I discovered I keep journals for a reason. To go back. Just becuase I thought I was done with a series, doesn't mean I can not go back and revive it, transform it, breathe new life into the dead drawings. A former professor told me a story about someone like Goya or Pizarro. It was a Spanish artist is all I remember in his torment. He lost all interest and vitality in his artwork. He could find no subject. He could find no shading or paint brush to make his interest come alive in what he saw. Painting was flat, dull and gray. It was pushing pigment around on expensive canvas. This artist grabbed an arm full of paper, a pen and ink. He locked himself in a hotel room in the most secluded part of Italy. He told no one he'd return. If I remember correctly, he drew nothing but oranges, bowls, spoons. Without pretense of garash color or flashy framing, he used simple line and gesture. He stayed there for over 3 months drawing the everyday till his artistic instinct came back. Having a librarian's mind I multitask almost everything. So life , though slow, seems to go at mock speeds sometimes. Considering the aforementioned, the journals are two birds in the hand. |
N.A. JonesVisual Artist; Independent Researcher; Librarian; Cook; Amateur Astronomer; Gardener - the hard way, Writer; Explorer Archives
November 2015
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