THE TEACHING ARTIST

I'M AN ARTIST AND AN ART TEACHER.    I WILL SHARE MY ARTWORK ON THIS BLOG AS WELL AS ANECDOTES OF MY 17 YEARS OF TEACHING KIDS.  DRAWING WAS ALWAYS A PART OF MY LIFE FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER.  I LEARNED TO DRAW OBJECTS WELL, AND I APPRECIATED GOOD DRAFTING AND REALISTIC REPRESENTATION.  I TEACH PEOPLE HOW TO DRAW NOT HOW TO MAKE MASKS OUT OF FEATHERS AND GLITTER.  TEACHING OTHERS TO "DRAW WHAT THEY SEE" HAS HELPED ME HONE MY OWN DRAWING SKILLS.  IT SOMETIMES TAKES US ARTISTS A WHILE TO CALL OURSELVES "ARTISTS", BUT OVER TIME, I'VE BECOME COMFORTABLE LABELING MYSELF AS SUCH, WHICH FEELS WONDERFUL.  I'M PROUD OF THIS GIFT AND FOR THE ABILITY TO TEACH THAT SKILL TO OTHERS.

 

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I purchased this stuffed equine many years ago for my coffee table in my southwest home. It was expensive, but I loved it. He now lives inside a closet because my cat is fascinated with the feathers and beads, but I take him out occasionally as a subject for my more advanced students to draw. I drew this from a disadvantaged angle, as the more beautiful perspectives were selected by the students. As the students get better, they require less minute-by-minute instruction, so I find myself wanting to draw while it's quiet and while they're fully focused on their pieces. This guy is a result of me continuing the process through 'til the end, which, by the way, was completed at home. I love colored pencil and I love realistic renderings. So, it makes sense that I love this.




Updated: Jan 3

Don't get me wrong, my post title is not all that revealing, because 2019 was a real nice Christmas. I visited my daughter and her husband and family and I "got to know them" all over again since I don't see them very often. I ate delicious food, laughed 'til I choked, did puzzles, went to the beach and enjoyed their company totally. The reason I say "made it through Christmas" is because I thought I might be coming down with a cold a couple of days before I traveled to see her...but I persevered! I pushed myself and kept telling myself that I'd get better, and surprisingly, I never actually felt ill. But, boy, my throat was telling a different story, and after singing carols at church on Christmas eve and talking all the way through a family party, I wreaked havoc on my vocal chords! By Christmas morning no sound was emerging from my mouth. I tried and tried, and couldn't even "bark" a couple of words from the depths of my voice. I whispered all Christmas Day. It was raining all day long, so we literally stayed inside the entire time, but any time I wanted to communicate anything, like, "yes, I'll take a little salt, please", it had to be requested in a whisper. It wasn't until trying to drift off to sleep that night on the air mattress and reading all I could about Laryngitis on my iPhone in the dark, that I discovered that whispering actually makes matters worse! And after two days of stifling coughs by burying my head under the covers, coupled with whispering, I had developed a head cold that needed to get OUT. I plotted (to myself) how I'd take a hotel room the one remaining night and stay and sleep while the gang went to the beach for the day. I actually considered that! Me! The woman who longs for the sights and sounds of the ocean almost daily! But the moment I saw my step-granddaughter once dawn broke, happily playing in my "bedroom" (the living room) with enthusiasm about the day we were all to spend together, I knew I couldn't ruin those plans! I bundled up, stuffed my pockets with Ricolas and enjoyed myself so much that my voice (or a disguised version of it) started to appear in the afternoon. We had a great time. Now, three days later and 549 miles away, I know I'll always think of this Christmas in a very, very grateful way. Wonderful daughter. Wonderful family. Wonderful time. And as of this post no one in her family has caught my germs. Fingers crossed!


This is my 2019 Christmas card. There are, indeed, Angels among us!






Updated: Jan 4

This painting is rather small, painted on 9x12" Canson 140 lb. watercolor paper using a combination of Reeves and Artists' Loft tube watercolor paints. I wanted to paint three pots in a row for the longest time, so this just might be the first in a series. Perhaps the next one will be more monochromatic or leafy. But, I'm proud of it. On a kitchen wall? Or bathroom?