so what am i up to now, you might wonder???
a little of this, a little of that - not a lot of anything grand...
i'm supposed to be working on a class sample, but it's making me crazy and i had to stop for a day
it's a hand embroidery piece, doodle stitching, using some of the new embroidery threads our local shop is carrying now
i quickly realized my first design was not at all what i wanted so i went back to the drawing board and came up with something that was more along the lines of what i had originally wanted
half-way through the stitching i realized the colours weren't working out as planned
i ripped out the worst offenders, assessed the whole issue, figured out a new strategy and set to work - it's better and i have hope...
in the meanwhile, i got a tad fed up with myself, for an entirely different matter...
i've been wanting to sketch and paint for eons - for sure since i was in grade 8 when i had delusions of painting grandeur a la rembrandt
i've since taken several courses in watercolour and sketching, but i only ever sketch or paint during the class itself
the rest of the time, the pencils and paints lie dormant in the bottom drawer
a couple of weeks ago i read an interesting post by this artist about how she had decided to take up a daily sketching practice
i was intrigued and after watching her a while i decided to do the same, sandwiched between my daily writing practice and breakfast... a very good spot for it, for two reasons....
the first because, if i do it before breakfast i likely won't tarry over it for too very long
the second because, if you tag a desired habit to an existing habit you have better luck staying with it; i always write before breakfast and i always eat after writing - putting sketching in between the two gives it a much greater chance of being done every day
today was the third day, and today i read this, from here, which i am positively sure was written just.for.me
"it's not the things we learn nor the dreams we envision that determine our results, but rather the habits we practice each day"
i wish i'd read that when i was 17 or 18
or even 26 or 27
maybe it wouldn't have sunk in before, sometimes words only really speak to you when you are ready to hear them
today i was
my first daily
nothing fancy, nothing "complete", but it was in front of me and i was in the mood for red
and this - well, let's just say england is on my mind now - again
today was a part of a little button angel i made years ago
nothing amazing, nothing that needs to be laboured over - just something
in the same manner as the writing is meant to be thought-streaming, the sketching is just whatever comes to mind
or rather, to eye
three days of it now and i already look forward to it
i have some paints, pencils, erasers and prepared papers all to hand
my "canvas" is 4.5" squares of torn water-colour paper - a nice size, easy to fill
i think i might make the next batch slightly smaller still
better use of the paper and even easier to fill
i'm so happy i'm doing it - no goal, no agenda, other every morning, after emptying my head and before filling my tummy
i make a picture