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Art Begets More Art

So, my daughter and I have been sick.  The sort of sick that makes you want to sleep all day.  Except, my daughter doesn’t sleep that well.  Making art is one of the last things I want to do when I am sick, but that is part of the drawing-a-day challenge.  I am hoping something interesting will come of it.  Today, this drawing is beget from a previous drawing.  Can you guess which one?

 

Drawing #7 Art Begets More Art

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Lucky #4 and a Study in Shadows

 

And the winner is: Nan!  Thanks to everyone who commented.  I wasn’t expecting such complimentary comments.  You guys sure know how to make a girl feel good.  I am currently blanking on the type of plant drawn below.  Luckily, my mom knew the type, because about a month ago my daughter decided it would be a good idea to eat one of the berries.  After googling the plant and finding that the berries are foraged  by deer and other woodland creatures, and after she survived the evening, I was able to relax.  More to come tomorrow…

 

Drawing #4: Shadow study

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Hope is a single red balloon….

or 99 of them floating by.

 

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With the opening of my budding print shop, I am full steam ahead into creating new works.  I know I should be marketing, because that’s what you are supposed to do when you have a business, but I reallllllyyy don’t like it.  I hope my husband steps in here.  Take over all business procedures please.  This blog and posting on Facebook is about as far as I get and even though this blog does help market my shop, I see it as much more than that.

And now to digress to the more personal:

I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately, especially kid friendly poetry, because my daughter actually sits still for a moment when I read to her.  My mind is all flit and flutter with words and images.  We’ve been reading endless Dr. Suess, Carl Sandburg, Nancy Willard’s “William Blake’s Inn” (although this one is a little complex for her).  We randomly picked up a book of illustrated poems by Jack Prelutsky, and they are simple and great.

This one I have memorized:

“I’m a little brown toad and I live all alone

And I hop hop hop from stone to stone

I have a happy grin as I walk down the road

because I’m glad glad glad I’m a little brown toad”

We also have begun reading the Madeline series (I LOVVVE the illustrations) and Babar, which are both classics.  I know there was more things I wanted to share today, but I can’t think of any of them other than this brilliant quote from George MacDonald that I stumbled across:

“There is this difference between the growth of some human beings and that of others: in the one case it is a continuous dying, in the other a continuous resurrection.”

Momelyne Collaboration #4

My daughter has never been more aware of her voice.  When I say voice, I don’t mean that she is just talking, I mean that she has realized very clearly the power behind her voice.  And not only the power her voice has, but the ever-evolving opinion that goes along with said voice.  I think that is the beginning of what they call the terrible twos.

It is a balance allowing my daughter the freedom and independence she needs to cultivate her creativity while maintaining guidelines and helping to develop her moral character.  The lines in my drawing today are like a structure that navigate around and provide support to her vibrant and growing self.

My Shop: myquiethouse

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The Momelyne Collaboration

So, I really loved the last few posts that I’ve done when I have written a quote on top of a Mad-E scribble.  You can view them here and here.

That got me thinking.  What if I started incorporating more of her scribbles into my actual paintings?  So, I gave her a piece of my good “mom-only” paper, and she took off.  Originally, I imagined altering the work a lot more than I did.  However, I felt each little line and dash and ding was somehow extremely precious.  So I did what anyone would naturally do, I outlined it.  Okay, maybe not everybody does that.  I guess it is kind of like circling an ad in the paper you find important, only in this case I am acknowledging each of her gestural, at times almost Dada-esque, completely and utterly random scribblings are of value.

So, even though I don’t want to sell it, I am going to because we are poor, and there will be more scribbles for me to outline in the future.  (Did I mention this is a series?)  Yes, this is the first in the series, of what I hope to be an epic mother-daughter collaboration.  Also, because I hold this painting more dear, I am increasing the price.  In response to the increase of price, I think it is fair to add that 25% of the profits of these paintings will be put into some sort of savings account/trust fund/whatever those things that people with money have, for college.

You can view all paintings at my shop here: myquiethouse

 

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