ICAD week 4

Hard to believe we are already 28 days into the Index-Card-a-Day challenge.

So far, all of my cards have been dominated by paint.  Loose and messy, with shadows and drips.  I wonder if I will continue in this style next month.

I kind of like having a cohesive body of work, but I don't want to be stuck in a rut either.

I recently pulled out my old dictionary and a bunch of pressed leaves fell out.

Do you think Al Gore drives a Civic and dropped his key tag at my local Stop & Shop?

Or not...

Do you post your work on-line?  Do you feel your work looks better in real life or on the screen?  I often like my on-line images better than the actual piece.

These next few are the opposite.  I like them way better when I hold them in my hand.

As soon as I added the photograph to this next card I began dreaming of a whole series using photographs.  Good thing there are still 32 days left in this challenge.

Carla Sonheim's cat class

So even though I felt like I was too busy to breathe, I impulsively signed up for this class from Carla Sonheim.

Assignment #2 involved turning blobs of watercolor into cats.

I have become completely obsessed with making these.

Bordering on bat-shit crazy obsessed.

I have given up sleeping in the interest of making more and more blob cats.

When I am forced to do something else, I am drawing cats in my mind.

You may think we're having a conversation.

We're not.

You're talking and I'm drawing cats.

 

I can't even manage to cull my blob collection.

I was only going to show you my favorites.

Apparently I have 33 (out of 35) favorites.

Not only do I keep making more, I keep going back to these and adding a bit more detail.

Some of them really need captions. I can tell I'm not done with this.

Not by a long shot.

The week in index cards

I am in the midst of a making frenzy.

Work is insanely busy, but I am compelled, driven, dare I say obsessed? with making index cards.  For each one I deem "finished" there are a half dozen or more in various states of completion.

Inspiration comes from so many places - this week from the trendy colors of consumer goods found in Target.  Clearly I'm not using enough gray.

 

Patterns are everywhere.

I take pictures of my favorite summer clothes and replicate the designs on index cards.  I make and make and make until the design is no longer recognizable.

There is too much paint left on the palette, and I grab a blank card, and another and another until the paint is gone. The cards pile up.

When it's way past bedtime and you realize you didn't make today's card, you grab one of those "leftovers" and slap a chicken on it.

I am scattered in a million directions.

I look up and find myself on a road that doesn't lead to where I meant to go.

This seems to be both literal and metaphorical.

It's not necessarily a bad thing.

My week is a blur of color and shading and half-formed images, and half-completed ideas.  I really hope I've accomplished all the things I think I've accomplished.

I left the burner on for a few hours the other night.

I probably need a spotter.

I should probably go to sleep.

But oh it feels good to want to make things.