For my second cup of tea I switched to crayons. For my second morning TEA drawing of the day, I thought a little color was in order.
Today’s Morning Tea Drawing
I’ve given up drinking coffee for a season, so I make morning TEA drawings now. A large mug of Oolong fortifies me now when I first greet the daylight. So, this was today’s morning TEA drawing. Made using the favorite pen. Of course.
Seeking the confusion
More and more I have been drawing a more cluttered still life. I’ve been seeking different sorts of challenge, and one of them is the still life whose “background” includes objects that confuse the figure/ground relationship. I like confusion. So when I realized that setting the vase of flowers in front of painting of flowers was putting colors into strange relation with the colors “behind” them, I found a new idea. In the drawings the whole painting is never visible enough to read as a painting; it’s just various colors behind the colors of the objects, all similar enough to make telling what is in front and what is behind a question.
Even in a photo, you can clearly see what happens.
I have some white flowers that are getting lost — white flowers, white paper, and then there’s a drawing behind the flowers in the actual still life. A very fun confusion indeed.
Pissarro and Me
Used the favorite pen to make a quick copy of a flower still life by Camille Pissarro.
In full flower mode
Oh, the weather outside is frightful but it’s okay because I’m all toasty warm inside drawing my fake flowers. They never get tired, they never wilt, though they do sometimes get dusty.
And me, I just draw like a fool. Today was a great day.
Not standing still
This is one of my “drawing while walking” drawings. An artist has got to stay fit, after all.
Still brandishing the pen!
… which as Everyone knows is “mightier than the sword.”
And this is no ordinary pen. It’s my favorite pen.
This drawing above is after Bonnard (a detail of a Bonnard).
Favorite (and mighty) pen. Favorite artist (Bonnard), favorite object (compotier).
Who can ask for anything more?
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