Arting for 365 Day 205: Patchwork

11/19/12

Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days

I compare life over the last few months to a lovely old quilt. Not a quilt that was well planned and thoughtfully designed with specific colors in mind; but to one that was built from a mishmash of bright hues and oblong shapes.

Such randomness is exactly what makes this quilt both unexpected and beautiful. There is more than meets the eye. A story unfolds as blocks of material combine – narrating the adventures of this time in life.

Arting for 365 Day 203: Landscape Found

11/17/12

9 x 12″ Watercolor and ink on paper

Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days

I decided it was time to try something a little different yesterday – something of which I had a little less control over. I pulled out some watercolors and began painting a loose design directly onto a piece of glass. I then grabbed a sheet of watercolor paper, soaked it down, and pressed it onto the painting. The result was a very loose wash of color that brought to mind a misty forest. After letting the paint dry, I drew in trees and other forms to create an abstract landscape.

I like the combination of washes against the bold black lines. My only regret is that I could not seem to get the photo to capture the detail and color as well as I’d hoped it would.

If you would like to have this piece as your own, you can buy it here.

Arting for 365 Day 202: Identity

11/16/12

~3 x 5 ink om paper

Goal: To create 0ne piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days

Unusual to say the least, but certainly all his own. Most who looked upon his oddly shaped auricles judged them to be far and away his best feature.

Sure there were the few who smirked and held their noses high. Even they though, could not deny the impression left upon gazing at such peculiar lobes.

Arting for 365 Day 200: Feather in Her Cap

11/14/12Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days

The details were integral as the story unfolded, and she prided herself on knowing each and every one. Each line and color and word that was spoke – each movement and person, all garnered a starring role in her memory.

For her, every last ounce of recollection provided ornament to the already decorated feather in her cap. Which is exactly what she preferred.

This piece available to purchase here