2006

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !!!!!!!!

Well, the new year is here and is it any different from Saturday when it was 2005.....duh No!

Yesterday was a record high of 85f and we had a BBQ. The weather is really weird at the moment, this is the middle of winter and we are getting temps as if its July! At least there were no wild fires reported yesterday but apparently 2 small towns in the panhandle were destroyed by wild fires yesterday. Must admit its a bit nerve wracking thinking about wild fires as although we are in the centre of Pflugerville, our little community of houses is surrounded by park land and a large piece of land which is just dry grass and live oaks. Hope we get some rain soon.

Anyway apart from doing a BBQ and taking Emily to Ross's for some new jeans, I actually drew for about 40mins yesterday. This come about because the night before I had tried to paint. I failed dismally!!!! All I ended up with was a mud pie plus green hands from the dye I was using on the watercolour paper. I realised that although I am trying to be creative by doing beading and exploring polymer clay, I am quickly becoming the master of nothing. So I decided that this year I am going to paint or draw something each day, even if as yesterday, I took the welcome escape of taking child No 3 to the stores.

This is the drawing I managed yesterday and yes its bad. Originally my idea was I was going to draw something everyday but as I was lying listening to my music on my MP3 player before going to sleep, I decided I will stick with the self portrait. It is always something I hate doing and find really difficult to cope with. Pencil isn't my medium anyway as I am always too tight with it, charcoal is something I love work with and paint, well I have my days. Maybe by the end of the year I will have a self portrait, I am fairly happy with.

this is a self portrait that I did in my first year at Bath. Bath is where I got lost and have stayed lost ever since. Painting in the traditional sense at art school wasn't view very kindly in the late 70's. I tried to keep going but when pouring plaster of paris in a random manner was viewed as more worthwhile, your spirit becomes a bit battered. Being a delicate flower, I just about shut down.

This was done in my last year at Bath. Its actually a series of drawings, this being the best one and if I remember rightly as I progressed I got more and more drunk.

This one was done last summer and since then until yesterday, I haven't actively drawn anthing, not even a doodle. Now to me, not doodling is a really bad bad sign, it means my inner creative being has finally dried up and died.

So hopefully, after this year I will have resurrected that inner drive and maybe once I have got there, like Amy and Mo'a Romig-Boyles suggests I will be able to approach a gallery.

wish me luck. I will be posting the results each day.