Adoration

Adoration

My attempt to do a mermaid basking in the sunlight.

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Fallen

ImageMy fascination with fairies and the fantasy world began early in life.  I was always drawn to the magical world because it was something I could get lost in.  There was that mystic atmosphere that anything was possible.  It was a break from the world I was living it.  It provided an escape, from pain, from the lack of confidence and rejection.  Through art I could be anything, I could create anything.  To me that was a power that no one could take from me.  It gave me something when someone said I did a good piece.  I remember the first piece I showed to a friend.  I believe I was in elementary school and I remember the feeling when I saw their look of appreciation.  It gave me a sense of purpose.  I liked being valued.  Since then I remember looking at things differently, sketching with my eyes when I had no paper or pen, I would read fantasy novels and wondered what I could create depicting the scenes or how I would make the characters look like.  It was my lifeline.  It made me feel good.

 

Fallen

Fallen

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Learning to see the negative spaces and the positive.

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Battle Mark

Last night I couldn’t sleep.  The urge to sketch something was to strong.  I have been restless the last couple of days mostly from being sick.  I had called out of work for two days which gave me time to nurse myself back into life.  The last couple of days I have been brainstorming about different projects and how to accomplish them.  I knew I had to “warm up” my skills to be at my best.  I have not been consistent with being disciplined enough of setting time to work on improvement.  It will take a few tries at quick sketches to get back what I have lost.  Like with anything you will fall down get some bumps and bruises, but as I tell my daughter those are battle marks and to get back up and do it again.  I remember asking me why I called them battle marks and I told her that they are signs of trying and of persistence.  Nothing comes easy, you must practice and sometimes that brings battle marks that demonstrates the toughness of your spirit.  I am not sure if she fully understood what I was trying to say or maybe she thought I had lost my mind, but she did understand to get back up and try again.  So as I sat there looking at the blank piece of paper decided what type of mother will I chose to be, one that forgoes the trial of growing, or do I show her my battle mark.  So I began to draw.  I had no idea that time got away from me, I was weightless, lost and freed and then I looked up it was 1 am. How wonderful!  My battle mark, my journey….

  Granted I was on a few meds, but its a start to dust of the cob webs.

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