This is a start. I can hardly wait to put color down, so it is a somewhat impatient and rudimentary, even funky to me, sketch. I know the photo so well. I don’t want lines. I want to start and color in and over.
My counselor said something about how art is therapeutic for me and since 1998 I’ve been encouraged heavily to basically fling my troubles into art, with passion(s). I was looking today from the bed at different colors of shirts hanging from the doorframe to dry, dried already, ready for me to put away. Very comforting really. To clean them. To hang them. To watch dry. To see hanging there nicely. Anyway. I love colors. Even as simply as that, grays, peach, cream, black, olive, white, thinking of how we change our colors in response to the seasons. How we try to mix it up, kind of helplessly, artistically, passionately. (love Style.com)
So I’m going to pull the pastels now from their storage for this piece. Onto a plate or sketch pad or something. Photograph them I guess for the Powerpoint, reference. I can’t go too heavily because the Paiute children only have so few (as we could buy with the Puffin Foundation grant, finest quality, in June, blessed) pastels, in a limited palette. So I need to be mindful of that.
Resources. Pigments. Earth.