May 2007 Archives
We got to the auditorium early for the middle school band concert, and found front row seats. I drew the microphone and a bit of the proscenium arch while listening to the musicians warming up next door in the cafeteria. Parents spoke of summer plans; younger brothers and sisters squirmed. Yellow programs were folded and refolded. The music was worth the wait - exuberant.
More fun with china marker resist... I like the freedom of not knowing how the lines will look until the moment when I wash over them with color, and at that point it is too late to change them. The white waxy marks are nearly invisible on the white paper, so all I have to go on is a memory of where my hand has been.
With other kinds of drawing or painting I have more sense of how the piece is evolving while I work on it, and I can make changes and corrections as I go along. In contrast, this process is mysterious and awkward and sudden.
My daughter walked through the heels of her shoes, and while we were out buying new sneakers we got four pairs of white socks as well. So clean, so new. (For now.)
I drew this pair with a white china marker on the white page, a tactic which forces me not to be fussy, as the line is nearly invisible. Then I add washes of color to find the shape on the page where the marked line resists the paint.
Primary election day in my county. I worked at the polls from seven in the morning until eight at night. My voting place is in a school - so this was my view: an institutional hallway with glimpses through the fire door of sunshine, trees, and blue sky. I saw and spoke with many of my neighbors over the course of the day, though, and now as I watch the late returns on TV and online, I see that a number of progressive candidates either won or made a surprisingly good showing. A good day.