
Friday, September 26, 2008
More work in progress...
Working slowly on my girl. Not totally happy with my cherry blossoms yet, but am happy with the overall look...


Monday, September 22, 2008
Chinese Girl. Work in Progress.
It started with the silk embroidered girl at the market.

I have been feeling so artistically blah of late, and wondering if I will ever bother to pick up a brush again. Then we saw the girl. Oh my lord. This is just a phone pic, so you only get a vague idea. It was a large work of art. Fully silk embroidered. And she GLOWED. The detail in it, the shading, the endless variety of stitches. I just can't describe. Truly mindblowing. She was $525 which is why she's not hanging on my wall.
Nevertheless, I gazed and gazed and gazed at her, drinking her in. And over the past day the idea for a painting grew. So in my usual style, I browsed the internet for the rest of the stuff I need. (Now I KNOW this is not what real artists do, but it's how I work and so I just have to accept it.) I found the form I wanted and a gorgeous fan....

I have been feeling so artistically blah of late, and wondering if I will ever bother to pick up a brush again. Then we saw the girl. Oh my lord. This is just a phone pic, so you only get a vague idea. It was a large work of art. Fully silk embroidered. And she GLOWED. The detail in it, the shading, the endless variety of stitches. I just can't describe. Truly mindblowing. She was $525 which is why she's not hanging on my wall.
Nevertheless, I gazed and gazed and gazed at her, drinking her in. And over the past day the idea for a painting grew. So in my usual style, I browsed the internet for the rest of the stuff I need. (Now I KNOW this is not what real artists do, but it's how I work and so I just have to accept it.) I found the form I wanted and a gorgeous fan....
And suddenly I am painting again. Feels so good. :-)
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