Morning Tea

First drawing du jour with tea, I allow myself whatever liberties I need to get moving.  The favorite pen helps motivate me.  This one is after an Ingres portrait, one I found in Walter Pach’s biography of Ingres.  It began with that eye whose gaze is so penetrating, the effect of which I only partly achieved, which in Ingres completely knocks you over.

But it’s a first drawing of the morning so I allow myself whatever necessary allowances ….

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Insomnia Drawings

First I examined my thoughts.  Am I worried about something?  No, I feel content.  I feel cheerful.  I am just awake.

At two a.m. you should not be overly picky.  Why draw the Spanish guitarist again?  Because she is there.  I can lift her up, place her on the table, insert a toothpick under each eye-lid (like a Warner Brothers cartoon character) and begin to draw.  I even decided, what the heck, go for broke, so I drew the edges of various indecipherable things that happen to be around the figurine even though they will only confuse the sense of where she is and what she is.  It was two a.m. and I wanted my page filled with lines. 

Were that they might be sheep and I could count them and fall  … a … sleep ………..

I painted her too.

Slow blooming flowers

I finally resumed work on the actual canvas of my current project.  After innumerable “studies” I go back to putting down real paint on what is supposed to be the definitive version.  I find various incongruities throughout it.  The boxes to the left of the vase don’t quite add up to reality.  Their edges move and shift about.  I am astonished to rediscover how much things can move around depending upon where I myself am standing.  A half-step back and all the edges are completely different!

I try doing an ant crawl through the whole thing and become one very tired and confused ant!