One thing is for sure, you make art. I have this card ("K_NST") that I have kept from my time in Brussels, Belgium, which reminds me of what art is. It hangs on the wall in front of my desk, and I see it every day. And since I was sitting at my desk tonight, I drew it -- as well as the random crap that lies on it.
Sitting in the parking lot of the supermarket tonight, while Tom was running in to get last-minute groceries, I whipped out the iPad and tried to do an inside-the-car drawing. I had not done that in years. I had to be quick because I knew Tom was probably going to go through the "10 items or LESS" checkout -- only Whole Foods seem to get their grammar right by the way.
This is one of those many, many sketches done near the end of the evening, before getting the last load of laundry, sitting in front of the TV without watching it, trying to capture the new layout of the living room with the pocket doors closed (and that's a towel underneath them, to keep the cold air out).
Trying to draw fast, without laboring too much over details. Paper app for the iPad.
Always trying to do something fast, the opposite of tedious, something that looks like something without laboring over details. It's an exercise in restraint, speed and simplicity. And again, the best subject is my daughter's cute little size 8-9 Crocs. Kind of like these old ones but not quite.
I have been drawing my grocery lists more and more. I usually make them with my daughter who's three and a half. We talk about what we need to get while I draw on my paper and she "writes" on hers. Her scribbles are mimicking frantic cursive, which is what my handwriting must look to her.
The high chair era, that is. I have reasons to believe my daughter is not going to use her high chair much longer, now that she is a "grande fille" and all. Here's a quick little sketch of it -- it was drawn fast but colored slowly. Paper app for the iPad.
The coffee table, the one Tom built with discarded scaffolding planks, is usually the first item in my sight when I sit down during Nora's nap. Today, it was either that or the kitty sleeping next to me. These two are slowly my Montagne Sainte Victoire, if I dare venture on the comparison. Ha.
Do I even dare post this miserable rendition of a 1981 Volkswagen Rabbit (Golf, whichever)? I might as well display what happens when I haven't drawn a car in months. It's a conversation I had with my buddy/colleague Todd about the new 7th generation VW Golf (to sum it up: I like it, he doesn't) today that made me want to draw the original one, the one I learned to drive on.