I'm thinking about patterns and juxtaposition. I'm trying to shut out the sounds around me and just stick my head into the pool, open my eyes and look around. It's tough. I keep getting thrown out by sounds of overly cheerful electronic toys.
Finding inspiration is going to take time, I know. But patience has never been my strong point in the past. Like most, I am propelled by achievement, progress begets progress. But initiation, well, that's the tough part.
Many of the images in my head, are those that I have seen before. Indy Etsy-ness has percolated deep and my ideas feel all "done before." In fact, I don't think they were ever my ideas at all... just my subconscious regurgitating morsels of cool that I found along the way. Most likely in one of my binge computer sessions. Click, click, click until 2am.
What do I love, what calls to me? The form of nature. Seed pods. Flowers. Skeletons. I love to see these forms pressed against mismatching borders and backgrounds, set beside an improbable posing partner. Something dead next to something impossibly alive. Something organic and decomposing next to a delicious pattern or formal border. I love detail but have no confidence in my ability to draw. I have to find a new way to tap into this detail. A new representation of detail.
I want Chrysanthemums. Big, wild, unruly Chrysanthemums, sprawling out of an architectural border. I want mosaic style drawing to represent rolling hills.
How to get started...
