The oil pastel adventure continues. Today’s lesson was Using a Limited Palette. I also changed my stroke strategy to include ittybittycircle strokes.
A few decades ago it was the vogue to call an in depth profile on a topic of interest a “white paper.” This is an address on environmental concerns, so it’s Green.
Given: A Metabolism needs its ATP
Rituals involve a substance-smoke or wine or tea
Eagle feathers, balls on tethers, Nana’s chicken soup
E-mail, retail, CRUISIN’ in a two-tone bitchen coupe
Now we need to prove we’ve got the stuff to LOOP the looper
This second exercise did not take long, I having learned from the first that simpler is better. I’m also learning that it’s not necessary to grind the pastel into the paper as if it were spackle into a wall. And going from the inside out seems to be better than outside-in.
THANK YOU!!! for your kindly attention.
Here’s a couple of hours of work, and a couple of baby steps toward the hundred-mile goal of Oil Pastel mastery. I remember sensei Darlene Goto’s words on a blackboard, more than forty years ago: ART IS WORK!! It is if you’re serious about it.
Something tells me that my path to proficiency with oil pastels will involve coloring-book-style exercises at first, so I’m unrustifying my pen and ink skills to prepare for making coloring book cards. This is the first such. Words just naturally snuck in and took over . . .
I am really proud that this one exists. First, I had cards but no pencil or pen. I went out of my comfort zone and asked a fellow train waiting person if she had a pen or pencil. The sweet, thinnish, abuelitaesque lady handed over a pen, refusing payment. (Before we got on the train I wrote THANK YOU and my signature, so at least she has a Thank You card.)
On the ride to work I first did JONES on the left side, KELLY on the other. Then I wrote and then drew as fast as I could scribble, with no photo source nor other reference material-just me, the card, and a ballpoint pen I’d just met.
Just a nod 2 2 exceptional folk
O for a punch/line–pray tell us the joke
Nothing so doing-got nothing 2 sell
Effortless focus has set for a spell
Spirit then rises swellingly–GRACE & GRACE live (d) tellingly
dredging desires daydreaming
irradiant impulses linger
swap chanting for music
‘d seem slight’s sacrilege
“Now here’s my plan,” says one celestial object to another. The other’s response is “??”
And, Friends, your response to this card may well be “??” as well. Mine would be. This is what I can tell you: I was committed to using oil pastels today; thought a ballpoint pen would help; began with the notion that “cosmic scheme” might mean not only The Way Things Play Out, but also The Insidious Plot of One Or More Celestial Objects; suddenly realized it was Sunday, and I had fifteen fewer minutes to play than I thought; got it done at breakneck speed, though badly, and missed the bus anyway because I’d left my bus pass and the cardholder containing it at the apartment.
It may be rationalizing nonsense, but I will argue that all that happened enabled this creation of mine, horribly flawed as it is, reflect its subject matter to near-perfection. The creation of our local Universe was a messy and chaotic thing indeed.
Create your particle accelerators
Out of nothing geodesic
Making TIME & SPACE a creche
In a place where orgasm
Consists of plasma and biome