I sketched out a couple of toys that I would have liked as a child.
Although these toys can speak, we communicate without speech. Also, they are large in size and move under their own power (somehow) to facilitate travel of all kinds.
I believe they should have names however nothing has come to me yet... :-)
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Friday, August 14, 2015
Ignoring the inner critic
Carla's current assignment for 2015 Year of the Spark is to create a large painting from a childhood photograph using the approach I would have as a child. I haven't created any art of this kind since I was an actual child :-)
I made a first attempt at it and called it done. But in looking at the painting the next morning, I realized I completely missed the goal of the assignment. Throughout the creation of this first painting I was conscious of the inner critic - thinking about correct proportion, color mixing, value, and so many other things I never considered as a four- or five-year-old.
Thinking back to my childhood, I recalled that I used crayons for most of my drawings. For my second go at the assignment I chose oil pastels because for me they are an adult version of crayons, but with richer color and a luscious feel.
I worked from a reference photo of me at about three years of age. It's a murky black and white photograph with many dark areas and some blurry vegetation. (This is the link for a sketch I made of that photo.)
The child in me would have added color, a lot of color, a critter - most like a dog, and flowers and trees. Accordingly I did:
Why the brownish hair? As a young child I didn't like drawing black hair because when I would scribble it using a black crayon I thought it looked very scary. Therefore I changed my hair color to match the dog.
I guess it's obvious that I had fun making this drawing - I benefited greatly from letting go.
I made a first attempt at it and called it done. But in looking at the painting the next morning, I realized I completely missed the goal of the assignment. Throughout the creation of this first painting I was conscious of the inner critic - thinking about correct proportion, color mixing, value, and so many other things I never considered as a four- or five-year-old.
Thinking back to my childhood, I recalled that I used crayons for most of my drawings. For my second go at the assignment I chose oil pastels because for me they are an adult version of crayons, but with richer color and a luscious feel.
I worked from a reference photo of me at about three years of age. It's a murky black and white photograph with many dark areas and some blurry vegetation. (This is the link for a sketch I made of that photo.)
The child in me would have added color, a lot of color, a critter - most like a dog, and flowers and trees. Accordingly I did:
Why the brownish hair? As a young child I didn't like drawing black hair because when I would scribble it using a black crayon I thought it looked very scary. Therefore I changed my hair color to match the dog.
I guess it's obvious that I had fun making this drawing - I benefited greatly from letting go.
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