drawing | a {non} trickster move

trickster. i wish. it is hands on in the studio, no tricks. for i can trick myself, but rolling up the sleeves it is these days. and i'm glad my balance is back and focus is home and courage is mine.  

spring has been a lovely time here, i hope the very same for youse all. it's been mixes of soft and green, hollow and grey, warm and promising, chilled and wet, and sometimes all those in one day. reminiscing of a beloved autumn in temperament only.

ideas fly in and out of my mind, jotting 'em down on flimsy paper scraps, in my sketch books, on pinterest. finally the latter is really paying off as in being the resource it promised out to be. i have many uncovered boards, see. {or rather, you don't see, but i do. sorry!}  

my cartoon (i remain in darkness about it) is happening. i've also discovered it is a tad too figuratively to my likings, and also a tad boring, because a cartoon is limited by its frames. and my place of wonder lies outside those frames. typical!

i love drawing, scribbling, sketching, mixing media doing that. the cartoon i envisaged (the one we're delivering) misses those elements. unless of course one is a true {cartoon} trickster, which i may not be. 

i realise my first passion is photography. i love the infinite character of it which is too funny because an image if anything is limited always. yet, i don't experience photographic edges limiting, i use them to pepper up result. 

which is a fine thing at any stage: discovering where your likes are. the most fun i have indeed, is sifting through images, filtering, throwing a lot out, and letting tiny gems shine. you see, my librarian soul is shining through here. no surprise. 

many thoughts such as these meander through my studio days and i let them sweep in and out. i used to be stuck up about my presence in the studio, for needs lying outside that door, begging my attention. 

you can imagine renovations have once again come to a halt. it's not as if it is happening now through my absence, but it isn't making a point in my mind like before. it will happen, just not right now. two hands and a life bigger than that. 

i'm going out more, fishing the pond of inspiration, bringing impressions home to work through and see what happens. well, what happens also is i'm preparing for my november show. 

the best part of that being finetuning the very studio, once again going through tools and effects, my wants, my needs. old and newer ideas getting execution, discarding or holding on to result. result, again. 

in general taking art work more serious than i have done before, because it is a part of me. my recent worries had in part to do with missing me, not taking art to heart, hoping i'd get by. which i didn't, naturally.

it's interesting to see how this life runs in many stages, and i'm glad i've been at least conscious of these, and i'm curious for more. yes, there's backdrops, where aren't any? nowhere. yes, it's a road to nowhere. hell, i'm on it! good. 

and so, we muddle on. but it's good muddling. we're safe. there's many places that aren't. we're lucky too. i don't wish to forget that. my entry is about not forgetting. i came up with an abstraction. it isn't finished. it sits above the clock. veronica's theme. thxs, v!