art stuff
I started drawing again recently. Actually trying to improve, i mean; something I've not done in too long. I'm beginning to remember old shading techniques and rules of perspective...I think it's helping my painting too. I'd done a couple quick ones which were left abandoned in the spare bedroom and was able to rework one in the last couple days to satisfactory status. It was to be a negative focus of shadow, but came out vague. It now has a gradient of blues, spiffy black stripes, and three green faces in a chronology of emotion. I'm still not crazy about it, but at least it pops.
I'm a little bit spooked tonight. There's a storm raging outside that consists primarily of menacing winds. The yard is alive with howling and whirring, the doors bang as though people are pounding their shoulders against them in unison, and the trees are playing pantomimes in the light through every window. I made the foolish mistake of going into the basement for a scouring brush and was chased out by the sounds of the storm mocking me through darkness and thin window panes.
I like to think I'm made of tougher stuff, and normally I'll only succumb to fear when i have a viable means of protection to guard me, but tonight I'm wussing out.
The view from the second floor window is amazing though. On the South hill a search light is sweeping the city, illuminating the harbour and it's fitful black waves. The military base is lit from the ground up; impressive and stately. And, of course, the ship is a mass of red lights and grey. Below, houses decorate the view with porch lights and holiday decorations. All the spaces between these images are filled with black, save for the stars.
I'm a little bit spooked tonight. There's a storm raging outside that consists primarily of menacing winds. The yard is alive with howling and whirring, the doors bang as though people are pounding their shoulders against them in unison, and the trees are playing pantomimes in the light through every window. I made the foolish mistake of going into the basement for a scouring brush and was chased out by the sounds of the storm mocking me through darkness and thin window panes.
I like to think I'm made of tougher stuff, and normally I'll only succumb to fear when i have a viable means of protection to guard me, but tonight I'm wussing out.
The view from the second floor window is amazing though. On the South hill a search light is sweeping the city, illuminating the harbour and it's fitful black waves. The military base is lit from the ground up; impressive and stately. And, of course, the ship is a mass of red lights and grey. Below, houses decorate the view with porch lights and holiday decorations. All the spaces between these images are filled with black, save for the stars.