Gray Morning
She’s a beautiful old girl.
Focusing on her every day, literally focusing with a camera and then manipulating a so-so photograph just enough to make it arty
has given me a new appreciation for the both of us.
Rockin’ Out in Studio Grande
I spent nearly two weeks cooped up in the left side of my brain. Two weeks of computer geekiness while redesigning this blog. By the time I finally hit that publish button I was in desperate straits. I needed to loosen up. Needed to BURN OFF some creative energy.
I needed studio time!!!
I had a canvas, a huge, ginormous, badass 48×48 inch canvas. And I’m telling you, that puppy had my name ALL OVER IT. It said take me babe, I’m yours.
And so I did, accompanied by da Boss blasting from the speakers. Oh Bruce…oh Bruce…say it again, “…strap your hands across my engines…”
YEEEEOWWWWWWW!
What. A. Ride.
Marks
Drawing into Wet Gesso
Squeezing
Scratching
I’m exhausted just remembering it. And excited too. It was SO. MUCH. FUN!!! For however many hours I was in there, I was out of my head. Totally. Never once did the ego pop in and say, ummm…what are you doing?
It was just me and da Muse.
WIP, First layer
It’s still very much a work in progress. A base layer for more layers. Many more layers. I’ll post progress photos as it moves along, becoming the painting it wants to be. Right now there really isn’t any paint in this at all. Just gesso, charcoal, caran d’ache, and pencil.
And passion. The passion of music and marks and a rockin’ good time.
As always, I’d love to hear from you in the comments below.
Up Close and Personal
You saw her on FaceBook standing in the sun. Doing what a donkey does best. I squatted down to get a better angle. And then I called to her.
And she came.
She kept coming. And coming. Faster than I would’ve thought.
Oops…
Hay Girl
You know those pony pictures I’ve been posting every day over on FaceBook? Well, you ever wonder why I’m always wearing the same thing, depending on the weather?
Like this…da blue hoodie. Actually I have a couple of these because I like love them so much. If they were a couple of guys I would marry them. Both. At the same time. They are that wonderful. Soft. Warm. Comforting. They make my heart go pitter-pat because they are so perfect.
Like mashed potatoes.
But let’s get back to the question… why don’t I change up my outfit for the photos? Why do I put myself out there for the world to see dressed in my KMart men’s department baggy old sweatshirt?
This is why. Because hay. is. messy. I can shake and jump and brush it but it never fully comes off.
Just works it’s way in deeper. Like what it did to this scarf. I fed the ponies a little later that day, on my way to work. Whenever I do that it means I bring it with me to work, picking it out of my hair and clothes all day. Leaving little trails of hay bits behind me wherever I go.
Like on my chair. I discovered this first thing one morning, left over from the day before.
Well, as Mama used to say about damn near everything, that’s the scoop. That’s the reason you see me wearing the same blue hoodie in most all the pony pictures.
Monday Morning Lana
You may have already seen her on Facebook this morning, my sweet old lady.
Ha! Who am I kidding? There’s nothing sweet about her, at 33 she’s a kick ass pony. Always has been. Full of P&V. Piss & vinegar for those of you who weren’t raised by my Dad.
And no, she’s not skinny. She’s just old, at that age where the back sways and the hips jut out. But beautiful. Still beautiful.
I took this photo from an interesting perspective. I held the camera up over head and just shot. Didn’t realize what I had until I checked it out on the computer later on. She’s muddy and messy so I threw on some pretty colors.
See, this was from the usual perspective. I wanted something different.
And just because you came all the way over here to see today’s pony pics here’s one more, a sure sign spring is just around the corner.