Ridiculous the First
In last week’s episode, you joined the intrepid artist as she revealed her serious side.
Turns out I can’t be serious for too long at a stretch. This is what recently happened:
From across the room, this kitty looks like she’s underwater, hunting, of course, for sardines.
I’m playing with the backs of scraps right now. Here, then, is that painting’s illustrious backside:
Ridiculous the Second
A few weeks ago, when I nearly drowned in library books, I scoured the tomes of watercolor to figure out how this medium ticks.
Watercolor is new to me, and I just wanted enough direction to play with it (without making a face that would stick that way).
But, oh, the overwhelm…
All those perfect paintings! All that advanced instruction! The photo-realistic perfection! Those total precision bombs!
Okay, so they weren’t all perfecty-perfect. Many were incredible, gobsmackingly beautiful, with encouraging instruction. But still. All that seeming perfection.
… It would take a miracle.
At this thought, my brain shook and jittered. Then, in a feat known only to brainkind, it tied itself into tight and complicated knots.
I stayed beknotted for many a day, as I hauled book after book back to Libraryland.
But suddenly! — the clouds parted! — and my good brain did something quite beautiful: It had a glorious, laughing snit.
I snitted on, with pencil in hand. Here is the product of said snittery (coming soon to a bookstore near you):
After making this bit of editorial commentary, I went on to paint several new paintings quite happily, humming a dulcet, though slightly ridiculous, tune.
Because snits, it turns out, are as good for the brush as they are for the soul.
Ridiculous the Third? I Nominate You!
What kinds of artsy ridiculousness have you been up to lately? Are you giving yourself a chance to let loose and play? Got a good snit to share? Please do!