Still Life, Apples

Three apples 3, originally uploaded by celerytart.

So, yesterday I did a sketch in "red violet" crayon of these three apples i set up in a bowl. Then today, I painted them :oD It went well; I am pretty satisfied with the outcome. It is definitely stylized, and looks unfinished but I like it that way. Sometimes I wonder if I should push myself to fill all the space, but I worry that I will ruin what I have because I like what I have so much. Hmm..

At first I was a little hesitant to start painting again. I haven't done much of it in a few years. I've dabbled here and there, but my technique had gotten very rusty. So I decided to start with a small still life to see if I could refocus my eye. And it seems to have worked! I remembered what I had learned in the past and this is what resulted. I still need to work more, the more I practice the better I will get. Maybe then I won't be so afraid to take a chance with my pictures.

The quality of this photo isn't so great. The colors don't show up so well, they all look a little yellowed, but I might be able to scan it at my sister's place in a few days!

It feels good to be creating again and writing again. Painting and drawing, when I really focus, have been a little bit like riding a bike. You never forget, though it may be a bit rocky at first. :o)

I hope you enjoyed! Have a great day!

Only ten minutes away

So, tonight I was talking to one of my best friends. He probably understands me better than anyone else I know. Whenever we are actually within a reasonable proximity of each other, close enough to hang out a lot, we don't. Every time we say "okay! this time will be different, we will actually hang out on a regular basis!" and we never succeed. I think when we are far apart we feel anxious because if we need each other we can't be with each other. But when close by, the anxiety lessens and we get lax with hanging out.

So while we were talking about moving dates and what not I told him that I would miss him. Then a strong rush of sadness came over me -- I realized how much I already miss him. Its odd to me, that even when he is this close I can miss him so much. That usually doesn't happen so much. But I think it has a lot to do with how uncertain things are these days. How unsure I am of a lot of things. (Oh future, how you seem to loom!) I am confident that things will work out, that I will find my footing surer. But, as us humans are wont to do, I have some wobbly moments. And those really emphasize how much I miss my friend. He is often my rock as I am his. And he has already helped me through some stuff this summer, and now he is going back to school. He tends to make life easier, but we both do just fine on our own, haha. And I'll find my footing, no doubt. But I do miss him, and I will miss him more. But I will see him again soon. (Another "no doubt.") :o)

In The Musicals, Bjork

In The Musicals, Bjork, originally uploaded by celerytart.

I drew this picture while listening to Bjork's In The Musicals from Selmasongs. I just let images, shapes, and lines come to me and I put them on the paper how I saw them :o). This was a lot of fun. It is black crayon on watercolor paper. Enjoy!

Sephyrus

My sister's brilliant blog: www.sephyrus.blogspot.com

blink.

Last night the moon looked like an eye.
The pupil was bright white though.
The iris was slate blue and it faded out into brown among the clouds.

Same-old-daydream fizzles out.

I don't need it!

Caramel Kisses part 1

Tonight I feel weird. My dreams are vivid. Some dreams I can't forget; most pass by, even with a second thought. Even after I describe them in length to friends. I could go looking for those descriptions but I don't know if I want to.

There are certain people from my past that I miss more than I probably should. Certain people I feel inexorably tied to. I don't know if they feel the same way. I don't know if it really matters, but it feels like it matters. Whenever I wish I had a do-over, I remind myself that I like being me.

I blink and
breathe one
shallow

I blink to
clear my
chest

I breathe to
rest my
eyes

And mind because
it sings
unfettered

Unfettered by my
wants and
need

To rest my
mind I
blink