Ya got that? Sometimes I spend more time thinking up blog post titles than I do writing the thing.
I've been busy working on stuff. And I've been doodling in my sketchbook at odd moments of inactivity. I make sketches with my black pen. That's fun, but not as much fun as the coloring part....wherein I enter a calming zen-ness of sorts.
I finished the red-felted bead necklace and posed it on the fig tree with one of my favorite jackets.
I'm pleased with it and will give it a test run one of these days. A very nice saleslady at Michael's helped me select the hardware I needed to put it together. Very simple.
Here's the Mona Lisa, I mean a homely witch with her clay face all dry and ready for paint. Hat, clothes, and body parts will come later.
Here's a needle-felted Santa in progress (about 5-6" tall). The eclecticollection requires me to wash my hands a lot. And whenever I go for a pedicure and the nice Asian lady asked me if I want a manicure too, I always say, "No thanks. I'd have to come back tomorrow." Which would be fine with her I'm sure.
Here's a sketch of another work-in-progress. I made a paper machine pumpkin, and am working on a paperclay witch that will sit atop. She's in a time-out at the moment until I can figure out how to make her hands so they won't break off. I think I have an idea so I'll give it a go later today.
And then there's been the sketching and coloring I mentioned earlier. Here's a sample:
I guess you could say I'm elbow-deep in one big creativextravaganza.
My first thought when I opened up this page to write was to tell you what a slug I've been. Sitting on the couch, sitting on the patio, sitting on the beach, sitting in restaurants eating lemon meringue pie.... But then I realized I haven't been a complete slug. I've been doodling.
A few months ago I bought a lovely blank book at Home Goods (who knew they sold such things?). I had no immediate plans to start an art journal thingy, but I couldn't pass it up for five bucks and I thought maybe I would start doodling at some future time. Maybe when I was 70.
Just ignore those reflections.....it's not a lightening bolt from the heavens. It's just sun coming through the fence. My photo skills are not my forte. The light was better outside, and I was able to avoid the question that Mr. Gadget was sure to ask from his perch on the couch: "What are you up to?"
At first I wasn't sure I'd be able to come up with ideas for things to draw. But so far that hasn't been the case. The sillier the ideas, the more they seem to flow right into my head.
It's an evolving project and one I'm enjoying more than I expected to. This morning on a trip to the library I found a book on whimsical lettering that should nicely complement the whole silliness theme.
Meanwhile, I have some dolls underway.....a standing witch doll, and a couple of witch heads out of clay that will get their bodies when I'm back in the Treehouse. I haven't mentioned that I'll be having cataract surgery in Sept. It's time, and I'm looking forward to seeing better. It's all part of being a 70-year-old doodle slug.
