11 x 14″ pinholes poked in paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
The rope wrapped around the oval shaped sphere. Numerous times it outlined its smooth edges. But it was difficult to say whether it was there as a help or a hindrance. Would the egg crack as it resisted being pulled to a faraway destination; or would it be carefully dropped into a bed of sticks and leaves until a force within cracked its warm white shell?
Acrylic and ink on May, 1955 Field and Stream magazine
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
This was his sixteenth house. Rather, it was the sixteenth house he had looked at in what he felt had been an all too short weekend.
He didn’t know what exactly he wanted. But he was certain of what he didn’t want.
A two bedroom colonial was not his style. Nor was a split level.
Sigh. Bird house hunting is hard, he thought.
3 x 5″ ink and watercolor on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
She saw the momentum grow
Precariously
Thin rods and rolling spheres
Barely balanced
The excitement that was to come
Day 270: Trails 3 x 5″ ink and watercolor on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Yesterday brought beautiful weather to Fort Collins. I’d go so far to say it was downright spring-like, so the boyfriend and I decided to get out and enjoy some trail jogging. The very tiny hills that we ran wore me out a bit more than I’d like to admit – especially considering the, also, very short distance we ran, but it was fabulous!
The rest of the day was not too shabby either. We checked out a new brewery, enjoyed lunch with a friend and biked our way to a basketball game.
The game was jam-packed and one overly enthusiastic fan got thrown out. I guess the guy was being obnoxious and confrontational – apparently ready to fight. It’s funny to me that fans can get so wrapped up in a game, of which they have absolutely no control over, and that really has no bearing on their life, to the point that they are ready to fight. We are strange creatures, we humans.
Day 270: Confrontation While Bystanders Observe Curiously 3 x 5″ ink and watercolor on paper
Winter turns to spring
A cat rolls
In the remnants
Of winter’s dry grass
Bugs make their debut appearance
11 x 14″ paper with pinholes
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
She plays
Her puppets with child’s delight and master’s technique
Strings do not tangle
As they dance wildly
To the beat of her flapping wings
This piece is available for purchase
10 x 10″ acrylic on canvas
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Dreams are interesting things. They affect us, oftentimes without knowing they are affecting us, which makes them that much more interesting. In the last week or so, I have woken up remembering bits and pieces of dreams. Some of them have been odd, others pretty normal, but there has definitely been a lot of dreaming . I have come to determine that a few of the forgotten dreams must be the impetus for the imagery that is showing up in my work.
From hanging birds in Day 275’s piece to today’s abstracted elephant snout blowing out an embryo (and you thought this painting was kind of nice until now), odd imagery is overtaking my imagination. I don’t know how long this phase is going to last, but I figure I might as well make art from it while it’s here.
If you’d like to purchase this dreamy painting, you can do so here.
Day 276, 1955 Field and Stream Magazine, ink and acrylic. Illustrator not credited in magazine.
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Like Twelve Dancing Princesses who sneak out in the night
But now there were only five
Gowns dancing, swishing
Thick blades of grass
Under the moonlight
Voices sing
Until the wee hours of morn
Original pg 9 of May, 1955 Field and Stream magazine.
Day 273 3 x 5″ ink and watercolor on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Lately we’ve been listening to quite a few biology-type podcasts. They always amaze me. Recently we heard a Radiolab one “(So-Called) Life” about DNA. It blew my mind. Perhaps all of this thinking about biology influenced the making of this little drawing. It reminds me of cells moving around in a micro-world.
8 x 10″ pinholes on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Trees and clouds and ground below
Blocks with rounded edges
Snap together like Legos
As rain falls
Between plastic joints
Micah Richardson 