Not for you

I need an outlet. This is it. Sometimes the posts here will not be about my art. They will be a venting area. I would just and talk this stuff out with matez, but I rarely see them, due them and I having lives. I'd phone only the same thing. So I'm venting here. Read it if you want, or don't. It's public because I need it to be.  

 

Today. Really stressed out and had a minor anxiety rage attack. My anxiety swamps me and kicks me on to a defensive, fight or flight gig. I have no where to run to as it's in my head so I rage. I will lash out at inanimate objects like the veg basket. (Those carrots rued that day) or the bin. (We have a new one now.) What caused it. A slowly built up mountain (molehill) of tasks, that impeded me from painting. (I'm doing this rather than painting because as I type the words I'm feeling better and better) I had a trivial list of tasks to complete. Take the kids to school, hang washing, put a wash on, exercise,(a new thing) , tidy,(not doing that now) prep dinner, (will hash something out using a meat based product and veg later) , collect Milo's prescription, put away dry washing, shower, paint. 

Written like that I can see how irrational my stress was. But at the time it felt like my whole day had been consumed by shitty little tasks that NEEDED doing and that painting I loved was so far away. So much my mind screams, why bother with the painting you're not going to have the time. 

The peaceful feeling of typing this is fadi, my head is telling me I'm burning precious seconds and will have no time for any painting. I know it's wrong but if I don't head it off, it might find shit for me to do that gets in the way of me painting. * Shakes fist at stupid self sabotaging personality construct. 

More later maybe. I found this helpful.  

 

Something's back....

I'm back and intend to do a post of some sort at least once a week. Yay for good intentions! 

I've got this fancy new app that allows me to post on the fly. Woo Hoo! 

So here's what has been happening visually in the deathtrap cave o'paint today. (I hope. I'm testing out this new app thing I mentioned so if this post is rubbish blame the technologists.)

Moral mathematics of life 75cm x 100 cm oil on canvas

Moral mathematics of life 75cm x 100 cm oil on canvas

I finally got this work back from London. A dear friend was looking after it for me. I've not been happy with it so I'm adding to it. That's what the purple, yellow and pale grey bits are. They are improving it! Seriously! Gah! Forget you!

Also worked on today was  

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The heart shape thingy (technical art term) was naff so I re-did it. But looking at both options, I want the black back. 

So here's to next week and more paint filled frolics in the meantime.

something about the vexed and the painted

At last a sunny warm day. So naturally I retreated to familiar smells and sights of the cave o' paint. The ongoing saga of my two main works in progress. I could ramble on at length just to fill whitespace, but I'd rather just show and tell.

Rule 102 (working title) 48" x 30", oil on canvas. 

Rule 102 (working title) 48" x 30", oil on canvas. 

I've got lots to do on this - I spent roughly an hour staring at this and about 2 hours painting today. I think it's coming on well, the eye for one thing needs a lot of work. There will be a lot of echoing of shapes and probably more definition and use of the rule 102. 

Then I got vexed at this work below. 

l//k/b/bh//s/, 30" x 48" oil on canvas

l//k/b/bh//s/, 30" x 48" oil on canvas

It's not very obvious from the photo but collectively the number of edges that are off, are enoug to throw complete sections out of whack with the rest of the image. I have a few ideas on how to handle this, but if they fail I'll either gesso over the whole thing or just parts of it. Painting this has taught me a number of things. Things that are hard to express verbally, but I want to try a lot of ideas out on  a smaller scale. 

Well thanks for reading and iI hope your day and all future days are productive. 

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Something about doubt and drawing

I've  had a bad week or so. It has been up and down. But I want to talk to you about drawing, more importantly what's going on in my head as I draw. 

Today I got back to my sketchbook work. I need to improve. The core element to help an artist to improve is drawing from observation. My mirror kept falling over, and I do have access to a willing model. The next best thing was the internet. So I have used the work of Peter Hapak and his photo of Wallace Shawn for TIME magazine ( "Pack Your (Book) Bag," July 11, 2011 issue.) 

Here's the image

Wallace Shawn by Peter Hapak for TIME  From "Pack Your (Book) Bag," July 11, 2011 issue.

You may recognise him from 'The Princess Bride' and his voice from Rex in Toy Story. I love his face here. 
My humble attempts to copy the photo are below. I'm not going to talk about the flaws in the drawings more about the thoughts that ran through my mind when I was drawing it.

This was about 2 and a 1/2 hours.

After I put my kids to bed I logged another 1/2 hour. This is about as good as I can get it. To be honest I prefered it before I put another 1/2 hour into it.

After I put my kids to bed I logged another 1/2 hour. This is about as good as I can get it. To be honest I prefered it before I put another 1/2 hour into it.

When drawing I have the same thoughts, first it starts with ' I wonder what x will think of this drawing? Will they like it..will they...FOCUS.' I have to think about things like 'This line is roughly twice that and this angle is roughly 20 degrees..' and other such technical thoughts. Then comes the wave of :
' I'll never be as good as those hyperrealistic artists, why am I bothering.'
' This isn't even your style Cathal you're more semi abstract, so why are you bothering.'
 'It's as good as you can get it. Stop.'
'You can't draw like this, stop.'
' Shut up brain. Working here.'
5 minutes later the doubt cycle kicks in again. I keep resisting the doubt and fail voice because I care and I want to get better at this. 
I know that voice is the voice of fear. Fear I'll fail. Fear I'll get laughed at. Fear of pushing myself. 

Well I'm pushing myself because I care, I'm aiming to improve I'll only fail if stop trying to improve. As long as I try I'll improve slowly or quickly, but I'll improve. Laughed at well I've been laughed at lots.(usually because I look ridiculous.) And as Adam Ant sung,  
'Prince Charming
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of,'

I'm no Prince and my charms are questionable, but I agree '
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of,'

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