Jennifer, Blush and eyebrow pencil on open matchbook cover, 3x 1" |
Bouquet, pencil, berries,emon juice and grass on napkin, 5 x 5inches |
Bouquet No.2, pencil, berries, lemon juice and grass on napkin, 5 x 5inches |
EVERYTHING AROUND ME at Foxglove Cottage is so beautiful that when I look at things, my fingers start twitching with mock drawing. This is similar to playing air guitar, so I call it air drawing. Unfortunately, the seemingly purposeless movement of my hands is a dead ringer for the movements caused by the nervous disorder, St. Vitus Dance. My twitchy air-drawing fingers remind me of the James Brown song, "I Got Ants in my Pants (And I Want to Dance)."The only difference is that I got ants on my hands and I want to draw.
I felt better about this condition after I read Chaim Potok's novel "My name Is Asher Lev." It happened to the eponymous painter Asher Lev as well. Perhaps it is a common artist's affliction. Sometimes the purposeless hand and finger movement is gentler and less obtrusive, for example, if I am air drawing an outline of a subject. Invariably, though, it crescendos into feverish, frantic back-and-forth motion because I eventually have to air shade within the air outline that I have just air drawn. At this stage, I am compelled to find some implements with which to convert the air drawings into actual drawings. So, I use whatever materials are on hand.
I am very fond of these urgent little drawings that I do on found paper with found implements–poor cousins to the careful, thoughtful drawings that I do in my well equipped studio.. They are urgent and uninhibited and that's what makes them fresh. Speaking of fresh, Matisse and Picasso both used to draw and paint using bodily fluids and products for pigment. Ugh! I draw the line there (pun intended). But I have used pigments derived from berry juice, grass, dirt, lemons, tea and makeup on matchbook covers or napkins, or even bare fingers on fogged-up windows. In a perhaps futile attempt to appear normal, I have to give my quivering hands some purpose, something with which to draw and something upon which to draw. It's either that or I will be carted off to the nearest neurologist quicker than you can say,"I got ants on my hands and I want to draw!"
You are indeed an amusing observer of life, a latter-day Dr. Johnson. A high-end, literate commentary!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love it!
ReplyDeleteIf you place your twitchy fingers on a keyboard, you might play jazz.
ReplyDeleteWOW! She is a beauty!
ReplyDeleteFleur de Jennifer. The fairest of them all.
ReplyDeleteYou know I have to look because your painting is amazing.
ReplyDeleteSusan, this is so beautsiful!
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