Archives for the month of: September, 2012
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(ArtRage, charcoal brush mostly, Pogo Sketch stylus)

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At the Whitney Museum yesterday afternoon I decided to sketch the people around me as I listened to the docent, Gail, give her excellent talk. This was my second time for this particular exhibit (last month with Benedicte and now with Shirley and Teri) so I gave myself permission to be a bit inattentive.

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Afterwards we roamed by ourselves through the galleries and I started an iPat sketch of a very very totally totally black absolutely beautiful sculpture. Just tiny slivers of light reflected off of random edges. What was I thinking?

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“Hey!”, or word to that effect, “You can’t take any photographs!”. “I’m just sketching. See?” as I took the stylus and scribbled a squiggly line. “But thanks for the complement.”. He looked at me blankly and walked away.

(Ink app, Sketch Club app, Pogo sketch stylus)

Um. Ahem. Hint hint.

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(Sketch Club app; Pogo Sketch stylus)

Back and forth on the Staten Island Ferry, watching Someone chase tropical fish so she could sketch it/them, walking along the Hudson, lunch (I had Pad Thai, yum, and ate the Whole Thing – gave away the mushrooms so I guess I didn’t really eat the whole thing), and then to the outdoor figure drawing in Battery Park City. It was chilly or hot, depending on where we (Shirley and her mushroom eating friend Kathy from San Antonio) were sitting/standing/walking. I made a mistake and wore my black hoodie which kept me comfortable all day long. The mistake: it was such a bright, beautiful, cheerful day that all the Sinister-ability of the Blackness was neutralized and went to waste. Oh well. It was so sunny I had trouble judging (yikes, i couldn’t even see them) colors while I sketched Joseph The Model Who Took His Shirt Off And Draped Himself Over Boulders.

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During the train ride home I played with resizing and moving the individual sketches here and there. I gasped at the skin colors I chose because of the bright sun.

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In The Recliner I decided that since the drawings were so “BLEH” I would amp up and change colors and just perk everything up. Man! I had a Great Day.

(Sketch Club app; Pogo Sketch stylus)

I’m not looking out of the window but I can sure hear the wind over my extra loud TV. That’s my first line of defense against Storm Knowledge. Combined with my BFF iPat and I am swaddled in a comfy cocoon of ignorance. I decided to draw a bird and came up with a monstrosity that wasn’t fit for human eyes. “Oh well. It is probably storm anxiety. I’ll catch up with facebook and forget about drawing today.”. Yes. I was talking to myself. And what happens next? I spot a picture of one of my favorite paintings and that lightbulb I keep on top of my head began to sputter and sparkle. Time just flew by and I found a use for that ugly ugly ugly earlier bird.

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As the storm rages outside tonight I’ll cuddle with a fully charged BFF and my Emergency Ice Cream Supply.

(Sketch Club app; Pogo Sketch stylus)

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(ArtRage app – the pastels brush, Pogo Sketch stylus)

(inspired by Cate Coulacos Prato’s photo of a pumpkin patch)

Oh Woe. My hoodie was too raggedy – even I was ashamed. (I suppose sleeping in it last winter didn’t help.). For weeks and weeks I’ve been looking for a new hoodie. During inclement or horridly hot weather when I take my walk in the mall (they have one mile mapped out and even open three hours early for walkers) I have been going into Every Single Store, even teeny bopper ones, looking for a hoodie. All I was asking for was a plain, un-logoed, un-cutesy hoodie that would fit someone who is not straight up/down skinny. Sigh. Enter despair. Then the light bulb went off and I (duh) googled the brand, found the store I wanted, and came home with three new hoodies. I was so happy I painted a portrait of two of them. The third one is special so it is “laying low” for awhile.

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It is black. Reserved for those days when I feel SINISTER.

(ArtRage app; Pogo Sketch stylus)

A composite of the Good (ahem), Bad and Ugly. Sigh. Poor John.

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In my defense I enjoyed myself thoroughly.

(Sketch Club app, Pogo sketch stylus)

Shirley’s Met membership card allowed me to join her for the pre-opening preview of the Warhol exhibition this morning. I didn’t do an actual count but came away with the impression that there was way more work from artists that he influenced. Loved quite a few pieces, liked others and was less than impressed with the rest. Exiting the galleries we found ourselves surrounded by contemporary art from their collection – zillions of paintings that made our hearts hurt from joy. Then up to the roof where the skyline, as usual, took our breath away.

The real skyline, not the imaginary one I usually draw.

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Next stop was Battery City Park where we ate take out sandwiches on a bench next to the Hudson River and waited until it was time for the outdoor figure drawing. We were surprised by the appearance of our friend Ken whom (who?) we met this past winter at the Print Studio thing at MOMAJohn, the model, arrived on his bicycle and kept us busy for two hours.  

I am now officially pooped and can cross off another item from the Everydaymatters list.

(Sketch Club app, Pogo Sketch stylus)

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Same subject (Benedicte’s expresso drinking habit while in France) but different apps.  What a difference – this one was Easy:

 http://reclinerart.posterous.com/yeah-yeah-yeah-i-should-have-checked-first

(ArtRage app, Pogo sketch stylus)