Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Directly before sitting down to write day 117’s post, I decided to go on a jog. While weaving my way through the hood I was excited to see a sign for an estate sale. Changing route I made my way over to the house and walked in; curious to see what I couldn’t live without.
My anticipation quickly turned to a feeling of uneasiness. I’ve been to an estate sale before and realize that they are typically held when someone has either passed away or foreclosed – neither great situations. But this one felt different. People were everywhere. The house I entered no longer felt like a home but a clearinghouse of used goods whose owner was suddenly forgotten and whose personal items were being rifled through, groped, and nabbed without second thought. Here I was, in this once lovely home that now felt broken up into sections with only hints remaining of what it once was. I quickly turned and left.
As I finished up my jog I realized how much the piece I had just created made me think of the situation I had walked into. The flower – like the house – had been gridded off into sections. The pretty was still there, but for all that was happening around it, it was hard to see.
Goal: To create one work of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Carrot: 5 x 4″, Desert 5 x 4.25″ Pastel on paper
As I looked at day 47’s pieces, I couldn’t help but create a little tale for each. Enjoy!
Carrot & The Farmer
The farmer knew he had a good crop, but this behemoth was quite a surprise. Bending at the waist he carefully observed the deep orange gem. He was curious of the taste. Would it prove to be sweet and delicious, something he could share with friends as a tasty side dish or decadent cake? The thought put a smile on his face as he hurried home for the tools to unearth the lovely root.
Not a cloud in the sky. In fact, the sun had beat down on the cracked earth for weeks now. No animal dared make an appearance, even if it had had access to sunscreen. And yet, there, with towering crags of rocks as its backdrop, a small flower grew; defying the sun to beat it down.