100 days: 36-42
“Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant, there is no such thing. Making your unknown known is the important thing.”
~ Georgia O’Keeffe.
Since the beginning of June I’ve given myself a bit of drawing time. Usually it’s the first thing I do in the morning although some days it spills out into the evening, or some grabbed minutes while I’m waiting (something to boil, something to upload, something to dry or begin or finish… you know those waits, don’t you?).
This project has become part of the punctuation in my days. In my daze.
Here is week 6:
I always find sanctuary amid trees.
Light filtered through leaves and birdsong can right a lot of wrongs. I’ve done this ever since I can remember. As I wander, my mind wanders, to all the other folks who’ve walked amongst these trees over the years, the centuries, all of time.
Then I think about the tree roots reaching out and touching under my feet, the myriad of patterns and connections, home to zillions of bugs and small beasties.
And squirrels. I love squirrels too.
I like capturing the minutiae of my world because that’s where the memories are stickiest.
I bought these brass bells in London when I was a teenager and they’re among the few things I have from that time. The beads came later, in my 20s I got into glass beadwork.
This bundled collection of things lives on my wall of inspiration. I can look at it through someone else’s eyes and see a cacophony of color and mayhem, but what I see is the time line of oddities that brings me to now.
Today celebrates scribble. Something in the movement of a good scribble scratches the mental itches and unwinds the brain tangles. A big, full bodied scribble is the best exercise for body and soul, this little condensed few square inch scribble is the next best thing. Today’s photo is a Henry Moore sculpture in Kew Gardens, those swooping swerving curves are perfect to scribble around in.
Over in another ongoing project I’m immersed in purple this month, and look how one idea spills out into another: the ceiling at the Royal Albert Hall in all its gloriously sumptuous splendour. These domes are for acoustic effect, but they’re a delicious feast for the eyes as well like hundreds of satin jellyfish hovering over your head. Just magical.
Last summer I travelled through part of the US by train. One day I’ll edit together the video footage (it’s on the list!) meanwhile I look at the photos and I’m right back in my little sleeper carriage looking out, open mouthed, at the enormity of the scenery.
This is Utah.
Oh my days!
One of my most favourite things: street art. This face was smiling out from a metal shutter, watching the world go by, somewhere in Barcelona. I’m fascinated by his eyes.
42: the answer to the great question of life, the universe, and everything. And the image from the same exhibition I began this book with, Pink Floyd at the V&A. When I was a young thing, their music was my 42.
So it inadvertently came back round full circle. As things seem to do.
If you missed the previous parts, you can find them here:
Week 1 ~ Week 2 ~ Week 3 ~ Week 4 ~ Week 5
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13 thoughts on “a week of doodles”
Drawing every day? Good for you! It really shows in your artwork, Mixy. I love your bold colors and my fave piece (had a few actually) is the street art. Thanks for sharing.
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Every single day – I know! Mad isn’t it! Like all things in life I’m learning some unexpected lessons in the process of this project, and I’m only half way through! Thanks, as always, for you lovely comments X
So enjoyed your drawn / doodled interpretations of the world around you Mixy. Inspired by your daily thing although don’;t think I will ever reach those heights. Keep on truckin…
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I think I’m blessed with the gift of short sightedness in some ways – on an intellectual level I knew 100 daily drawings would be a stretch – especially for someone so averse to regular habits and routines – but I had no comprehension of how it would actually spin out in ‘reality’. Turns out I’m learning all sorts of side-lessons I would never have got another way. That said, I’m only half way in , so who knows what’s yet to come! I shall keep you posted on where I truck to with it!! 🙂
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I hear you Mixy and admire your discipline and openness to learning…there are so many doors and sign posts and pathways…so many pipers calling and so many problems bearing gifts…Speaking for myself, ancient codger that I am…I long now for simplicity…sometimes a single drawn line seems enough…