Dream Believer (2)

Have you ever asked the universe for advice, or taken guidance from a dream?

It’s not something I’d ever thought of doing until I learned that ‘it’ had guided successful watercolourist Anna Mason back into art after a long hiatus.  And last week I justified my own reasons for asking for myself.

I was sceptical at first, conscious that I might inadvertently seek out the ‘answers’ I was hoping for.  But with nothing to lose, on two consecutive nights I asked the universe to shine a light on my future path.  And on two consecutive days, it did.

For example, on day one, the model for my weekly life-drawing class was the life-model I drew at art college over ten years’ ago, but haven’t seen since.  Maybe it was just a coincidence.  Yet it was the first time he’d been booked by that class, and I myself had missed loads of them (including the previous three weeks).  There were other hints, and I’m still receiving encouragement.  However, they all were, and still are, pointing me in the same direction.  And who am I to argue with the universe?

It seems I am on the right path, but I may need to adjust my compass.

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Dream Believer (1)

Have you ever asked the universe for advice, or taken guidance from a dream?

You know when you get that niggly feeling in the back of your mind, wondering whether you made a mistake taking art at college instead of physics, or some other ‘sensible’ subject, but no-one had a crystal ball so you had to go with your gut feelings at the time, and now your gut isn’t playing the same symphony that was so familiar to your younger self, and you look back and try to remember when it happened, whatever it was that happened, when you weren’t so sure anymore, when you just wanted to know if you made the right decision, only now you’re on a precipice and you have to choose your next move.

With my studio and its contents almost settled, I really needed to know whether I was pursuing the correct path.  I mean, you don’t have to be a creative to be creative, but you need to know which it should be.  So, I decided to ask the universe for guidance.  And it (kind of) replied…

WordPress prompt: Precipice

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Where Are They Now?

April isn’t typically the time of year most people think about setting New Year Resolutions.  But with a spring birthday, it’s a perfect time for me to reflect and set my goals for the next year of my life.

For the past year I set out to: i) overhaul my wardrobe, and ii) become prolifically creative.  However, as I write this on the eve of my blog’s first birthday, it’s difficult to pinpoint any significant changes I’ve made to achieve either.

Wardrobe Architect

My wardrobe is (slowly) improving.  Having changed a few shirt buttons, I’ve made some progress.  I still have about half-a-rail of mending/adjusting awaiting my attention.  However, reminding myself of my passion for sewing seems to have flicked the right internal switch; I’ve since finished a couple of ‘difficult’ projects.  But my real passion is for dressmaking, and I’m a sucker for a nice sewing pattern.  So hopefully I’ll get to make some new clothes for myself rather than just making do and mending the pieces I can’t bear to part with.

Prolific Creativity

When I set this goal last year I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to achieve.  Roll forward a few months and I decided that, for me, prolific creativity meant more than drawing for ten minutes every day.  Having attempted several drawing challenges since last April, I’ve learned that there’s more to this than turning up to the page and making a few choice marks.  I want my own journey to have a purpose, and when I choose my next ‘first’ step, the next ‘second’ one will naturally follow.

So, all that’s left to say is ‘Happy Birthday, Filbert & Smudge’, and ‘Cheers!’ to year number 2!

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A Drawing Dilemma

If you had a year to teach yourself to draw and paint, how would you go about it?

Here’s the thing…

I love drawing. I understand the theory, and can draw pretty well with either my right or left hand (and which hand I choose usually depends on my mood).  I’ve even taught drawing in an informal way.  But if I was suddenly asked to draw or paint something in front of me, without any mental or emotional preparation, I’m not sure I could do it.  As I spend the majority of my drawing time in life-drawing class, in my own head I feel I would struggle to draw anything else.  And with a new blog year pending, I’d like to approach this art thing in a whole new way.

As a recently returned dressmaker, I’m pacing my re-learning by choosing projects according to the fabric I wish to sew and the techniques I want to practice. My map will be drawn out by my Wardrobe Architect, and the souvenirs of my journey will be the new outfits I have to wear.

However, with drawing I’m completely stuck.  My key objective is to pick any of my art materials at random and draw (or paint) whatever is in front of me, without having to do a mental warm-up first.  But as this is driven by technique the subjects aren’t as obvious.  And without a plan, this challenge would be meaningless.  I’ve started listing things to try, such as line, tonal values and shading over a three-dimensional surface, but at the moment my short list isn’t firing up my enthusiasm.  So, I need your help…

If you had a year (or less) to teach yourself to draw and paint, how would you go about it?

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WordPress prompt: Meaningless

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Consider it…

With my project list not showing any signs of slimming down, I felt inspired to sew last weekend.  Leaving the fabric laid over the arm of a chair for a couple of months had done nothing to fire up my enthusiasm.  However, last week’s post reminded me of my passion for sewing and was enough to motivate me to get out my sewing machine and start to make something.

It also felt good to focus on the process of making rather than anticipating the outcome. The movement of my new scissors as I cut my fabric.  The purr of my 25 year-old sewing machine as I stitch the seams.  The flow of my needle and thread as I hand-stitch my hems.  I’ve not quite finished my sewing project, but I’m still reflecting on the thrill of bringing together individual ingredients to make something new, rather than altering or mending clothes out of necessity.  And when I do return to my sewing machine, when my schedule allows it, consider it done.

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