Mixed Media – Page 22 – Mixy's Art Blog

Context is everything

Edit: – I had meant to post this post before the previous post, not after it. D’oh! I think typing the final sentence triggered unconcious mis-postings!

last sunday I arrived home after a weekend away. Spangled from another 6 hour car journey as a passenger. Brain troubled and ringing from uncomfortable emotions. Looking back at the page from Sunday I can see this reflected.

I’m someone who needs to spend a proportion of my time alone each day, and after 3 days of perpetual company I feel … well, odd. Out of place with myself. To me, that’s how this page looks amongst the rest of the book.

(Part of me wanted to leave out this page and skip straight on to Monday. But life doesn’t work that way, and neither does my project 😉 )

bigger brighter monday

Just me, my book and my colors… ideas are flowing again and all is well! 🙂

spaces

“Take care of the spaces, and the lines will take care of themselves”

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from Practical knowledge for all by Sir John Hammerton c1950

On seeing with a pencil. Drawing is a means of education, of training hand and eye. It quickens the powers of perception and gives scope to the inventive faculties. It trains the eye to accuracy in observation, and the mind to attention, comparison, reflection and judgement

Jungle Jumble

Monday’s page spread into two (as they sometimes do).

12 in 12 to August (ish)

The 12 colors in 12 months project is ticking along in the background… I add little bits and things when I have oddments of the month’s color to hand. So it builds up.

To re-cap here’s where we left off in June, through to the first layers of August

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uncontaminated with thought

Sunday was a splattery day

As I paint and create I usually listen to the radio.

Sometimes a word or phrase leaks out of the radio through me onto the page.

This often gets covered up in layers of color and stuff

But the phrase ‘uncontaminated with thought’ struck me as poignant to this project

So each time it began to drown in ink and paper I kept it afloat above the layers

spare change?

Another day, another doodle. Boiled down to its rawest essence, that is my life.

Paper shapes, lurid hues, tiny detail. Different mix of familiar ingredients.

The common threads tying together the rickety vessel in which I navigate my days.

The only certainty is uncertainty.

All things must change.