High School Art Class

I’ve not taken many Art classes past my high school days, but I loved walking into the Art room way back when. It had a smell to it, kind of earthy like clay and crayons. It was always kind of dirty in a cool way and finding an unbroken crayon, pastel or piece of charcoal was rare. I vaguely remember the funny little square Conte Crayons and have to admit, back then a paint brush interested me far more.

I bought some a while back and thought they’d be good for on the go sketching in my Moleskine journal so the other day I had a few minutes to play in my journal and I pulled them out. They were laying in the box, pristine and unbroken, each one nestled in its little compartment. I started to sketch and was quickly engaged, surprised at how smoothly they laid down on the page. I was even more impressed with the detail I was able to get with them. These pages took only a few moments, some Conte Crayons and a blending stump.

This medium will be perfect for working outside in the sunshine. I love to sneak out for a few minutes of solitude and vitamin D every chance I get. I’m liking these crayons so much I went back and ordered a box of colored ones. Sometimes the overlooked, simple supplies can be just the thing to inspire you to go back to the basics.

No Time for Art?

I think I have a fascination with necks. I am very intrigued by looking at how Modigliani for example, rendered them. I just love his loosely shaped women. So graceful. He was able to convey a woman’s femininity with simple graceful lines.
I did not have any art time today, well not much, so I just did a little journal page, but the pleasure I get from even a little art time is so valuable to me.
Someone made a comment about how much artwork I get done, truly my ‘secret’ is just to multi-task wherever possible. I prep several backgrounds at once, and when doing a series of paintings like the ‘Blue Speckled Eggs’ I can do several pieces at the same time up to a point. I did this little journal page with the supplies I hadn’t yet put away from the paintings I finished yesterday. It all works when you find a rhythm of fitting art into life that works for you. ‘Art at the Speed of Life’.