Art is not for the faint of heart

I spent yesterday thinking about cranes. I want very much to incorporate them into a project I'm working on but I'm terrified of drawing them into the scene. I know how many I want, I know the size I want, I know the positions of flight I want. I also know that once I put pencil to paper, they'll end up looking like stick figures. So I searched the web looking for photographs of cranes in flight and lift-off and spent a few hours learning how to tell the difference between a crane and an egret (cranes stretch out their necks in flight), the endangerment of the American Whooping Crane, and some interesting cultural stuff. (In China, the crane represents long life and is a messenger of wisdom according to Wikipedia.)



Then there were the photos. Every photo site had gorgeous pics but my favorite by far is a website called Kayak Paddle Tales written by a kayaking guide in Florida. She is also a phenomenal bird photographer (see esp. her post dated 04.17.09) But these muses aren't helping. I'm still terrified of free-hand drawing. So with my head full of pictures and ideas I tried sketching in my art journal. eeew.



Back to the drawing board? Ack! Art is not for the faint of heart.

Sounds of Song, Sounds of Silence

Back when vinyl came in discs a little larger than cd's; back when blackberries grew in ditches and I was allowed to ride my bike to pick them; I listened a lot to a forty-five my mother saved from the fiftie's - "Mockingbird Hill" sung by Patti Page. And clambering around in those ditches by the railroad tracks in down in Sumter, South Carolina, I learned early the call of Jays, Cardinals and Mockingbirds.

Last night, walking in twilight, the girls and I heard the many trills and tunes of one Mockingbird, sitting so low in a young southern pine, he could have been on my shoulder. The girls didn't scare him, my flash didn't scare him, and he continued to sing with such vigor and happiness I can only imagine that maybe he was a new proud dad.

We counted over ten songs in a two minute span. Forget stopping to smell the roses. Listen to the lullabies. And while you're hear, um here, take time to read this meditation on sound and silence down on the corner from the poet, Allison Smythe.

Creative Every Day: Nature

I made a spur of the moment commitment yesterday that will come back to haunt me... I hope. I linked to a blog that challenges artists to be creative every day, in some way. No pressure.

Well, I tried that during the advent season, fell short of doing it every day, yet I really liked the thinking about it every day and the results were well worth the effort. And since I've been thinking too much lately about art and not actually doing it, I guess I was drawn into the idea that if I just made a commitment....

Besides, I really really like the website's button that links you to the challenge page. And in November there is a really cool button for doing art every day of November. Just in time for Advent.

Well, the theme for the month of May is "Nature." And since it is against my nature to cook or bake, I decided to bake a home-made apple pie for my family last night on the last day of April and post it as my first CED challenge for May 1, 2009.

Liking the results already.