It’s been a while since I posted up pages from my art journal or just art in general hasn’t it?
It’s… easier for me to write posts that deal with traveling, because I can ramble on for ages detailing life on the road or the virtues of a specific landmark but art -and especially my art journals- they’re definitely more personal and I always feel that I have to dig that extra inch deeper to come out with something worth saying. And what is it that i’ve dug up from the deep this week? Lets see…
Tumultuous friendships- those that bud rapidly and then just as easily are shed. Also, the Byzantine era, oddly enough? Those two things have nothing to do with one another….or actually they could have so much to do with one another but, at least in my head, they’re at two different ends of the sheet. The first is something i’m generally always dealing with, the second a new interest. But, progress! I’ve stopped throwing my shoes at the wall in frustration with people who have a hard time differentiating who they want me to be and who I actually am- and as for my rogue interests, i’ve stopped flipping my wallet open at used book stores just for a chance to feed the addiction that comes from learning new (but generally useless in my everyday life) things. Anyone else nursing budding random interests?
June is bringing with it muggy hot weather here in Texas, but i’m feeling positive about the future and at least I have a great supply of iced coffee in the fridge that is keeping me cooled and caffeinated.
Mountains are never far from my mind even if my wanderlust for them has faded a bit….these days I find myself dreaming about sandy beaches with palm trees swaying in a warm breeze that smells of freshly cut open coconuts and the sound of sun warmed water just a sigh away, an unending stack of books just besides me waiting to be picked up.
I just finished having a truly epic sneezing fit, have made myself half-sick from eating too many Cadbury chocolate pieces and am currently writing this post whilst lying on my floor, so I can better hide from the gardener guy outside, who’s been tasked with the Herculean job of taming my houses wretched front and back yard.
So, it’s a good day all in all is what i’m saying.
They call it the Red Planet.
Vulcan, that is. Not Mars.
And no one really calls it the red planet but yet, here we are.
Er, anyways, as always inspiration strikes in weird ways for me, and while currently i’m deep in the throes of Hamlet inspired single-mindedness, this piece, and another like it, were made about 2 months ago, before I got sucked under by worthy prose.
If you want to get a good idea of what inspired this series (because at this point I would really call it a series, considering there’s the urge for more redness itching under my fingers) you can give this mix a listen to, it’s something disastrously epic.
Spring is fading itself into Summer and i’m caught up between the urge to go traipse through foothills and sketch sketch sketch and being a realist and realizing the actual mountain i’m going to be climbing next month when me and the bf move into our new house. Not to mention I need to start doing some shopping around for a new car (cause mine is an utter piece of wonderful crap thats going to break down any day now) and get myself into gear with regards to a new job and unanswered letters/emails. So basically, wandering around in nature sketching to my hearts content, not gonna happen so much.
At the very least though, I can fill my theoretical wanderlusting on tumblr, living vicariously through the photo sets people post on there. And I can keep drawing mountains till my fingers cramp, so that will have to do for now.