Head-over-heels, in fact. With pastels.
Friday was a dreary day. Well, ok, it was more than dreary.
After a bit of warm weather this January, it was downright disheartening to open the blinds in my studio and look out at THAT. *harumpffff* I was determined, however, to get something, anything done in my studio. So I turned on every light in the room, got it as bright as I possibly could and hooked up my only really essential non-art-supply.
*Must * Have * Tunes* I’m sure I could create in silence, but where’s the fun in that?
So I settled in to make a mess. My Art Guru, Brandy, had encouraged me to take the wrappers off my pastels. I did it, but it hurt. Not only did they not all look perfect anymore, by removing the wrappers I found out how many had broken. Not many, but enough to send me into a good pout. Then I made a great big mess.
I am NOT exaggerating about the mess. This stuff gets everywhere. It was all over the table, all over everything I touched and on my face. I wish I’d taken a picture of my hands and arms because I had pastelly smears up to my elbows and all over my shirt. I didn’t take a pic basically because I didn’t want pastel powder all over my camera. But *O * M * G*….what fun!!!
Brandy had recommended I keep it simple when I started. I’m all about not setting myself, or anyone else, up for failure. We fail enough in life as it is without sabotaging ourselves, so I followed her advice. Apparently I have a very strong affinity for Dr. Seussishness. I could have dropped Horton into this and he’d have felt right at home.
So there you have it. This little guy (about 5″ x 7″) is my inaugural pastel piece. It was SO much fun. I’m addicted. I’m in love.