Day 296: 4 x 6″ acrylic, ink and pinholes on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Opportunities
On opposite sides
Of a wide span
Measured differently
Supporting equally
For now
Day 295, 4 x 6″ ink and watercolor on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
One of the many perks of living at our particular KOA campground is that there is a lovely little pond that is often filled with ducks and geese. I’ve only ever jogged or walked around the thing, but because it was another gorgeous day yesterday I decided I would take my drawing waterside. I sat quietly, watching and listening to the ducks. I was enthralled. Where ice met water, they dove under searching for food. They flapped their wings in smooth take offs and their webbed feet worked as brakes as they came in for splash landings. I need to watch these birds more often.
Day 294, ~ 3 x 5″ watercolor and ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
A brilliant blue sky and temps in the 50s once again teased me yesterday. I know better than to think spring is upon us mid-February, but I couldn’t help myself. Sitting on the deck of a local brewery, I basked in the sun, enjoyed the great company of friends and chose to ignore the fact that snow and cooler temps were being predicted for Wednesday.
Day 293, 10 x 12″ Acrylic and Ink on canvas
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Dead in the water
They’d said
But what looks
A loss
Is not
Necessarily
Down but not
Out
Day 292 Watercolor and pinholes on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
A amazingly talented poet friend of mine emailed me her latest work yesterday. It was lovely. One portion of the poem in particular, conjured up images of trees being cleared. I wanted to try to translate the imagery to a pinhole piece.
I am really pleased with the simple, delicate image that resulted.
Day 291, Ink and acrylic on May, 1955 Field and Stream magazine
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
If a cow jumps over the moon, why then can’t a fish fly over the sun? A treacherous act, no doubt – but such dangers are to be faced head on if one is to make something of himself, the slippery fish thought. Certainly Evel Knievel did not bow out when threatened by death. No. He faced it head on. Injuries were simply battle marks of all he had accomplished. Flying so close to the hot star could bring dire consequences – a fish fry was not out of the question.
As he peered up into the sky, longing for recognition, he determined it was worth it.
Day 290 11 x 14″ pierced paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Grommets strategically placed
To wield fins
This direction and that
Until they are just so
Satisfied with what can be done
With strings
Tied to an idea
Day 289 4×6″ ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
It’s interesting to think about the things that come easiest to us – those things that we fall back on because they are comfortable and take little thought. For me, it’s a drawing like this; where the lines and shapes that flow from my pen come naturally. A piece like this feels good to make and is easy to look at. It doesn’t make the viewer think all that much and it certainly doesn’t take much thought for me to create. So what is the purpose of it? Is easy art worth making if it does nothing to challenge the viewer or the artist? I am torn on this question. But at the end of a day that left little time for art, I made these free flowing lines. Combined they create a feeling and an energy that draws me in and perhaps draws the viewer in as well. Perhaps that is enough of a purpose.
4 x 6″ ink and watercolor on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
If you’ve been following my blog, you may know that I am a Wyoming girl. Yes, I currently live in Colorado, but Wyoming is the place I love. The remoteness, the beautiful landscape (minus a few parts here and there), the lack of crowds – it all appeals to me. If you’ve lived in the state long and meet another Wyomingite, there is definitely a bond. A sort of unspoken knowledge of what Wyoming is and how lucky one is to have had the opportunity to live in the sparsely populated gem. It’s also refreshing to meet new folks who have moved into the state and see their excitement and appreciation for the same things.
Recently a Representative from Wyoming, Hans Hunt, told a new resident, after she voiced concerns about the position he and other politicians were taking, “It offends me to no end when liberal out-of-staters such as yourself move into Wyoming, trying to get away from where they came from, and then pompously demand that Wyoming conform to their way of thinking.” He continues in an oh-so-friendly manner that makes you wonder if he thinks his family was originally plopped down on the great state by God himself. You can read more of it here, and see afunny meme about it here (my apologies, I’m not certain where this image originated).
Day 287 Coffee, watercolor and pinholes in paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
My recent obsession with exploring pierced paper led me to create day 287’s piece. I was aiming to render something cell-like with an abstract bent to it. As I worked on the piece, I turned on Radiolab, a podcast that has been playing in the background for me quite a bit recently. The show I was listening to focused on speed. As they started in on the 3rd or 4th segment of the show (about 45 minutes in), I became completely floored. A scientist named LeneVestergaard had slowed light to 15 mph in a new form of matter called Bose-Einstein condensate. I began to imagine atoms of light slowing down right in front of me and could only imagine how absolutely crazy that might be.
Inspired by the story I continued creating, incorporated some color and wondered how long science fiction will stay fiction.
Side note: My dad is sure to say that my idea to add coffee as a means of painting this piece had to have come from an accidental spill. Such an assumption is not out of the question – I have turned more than one spill into a happy accident in my day. This though, dad, is not one of those times.
This piece is available for purchase here
Micah Richardson 