I gave myself forty-five minutes to try and recreate an old fashioned photo, just using ink. No pencil sketching beforehand; just a case of start and then continue until the time is up. I ran out of time, needless to say, but I managed to get one side of the street in (although the rooftop gargoyles could have done with a little more work).
The people (yes, those funny looking blobs all over the place are people!) and the car (yes, that funny looking blob under the lamppost is a car!) were quickly added in the last ten seconds… and there were more people in the photo that I didn’t have time to include. The photo was taken in 1908, but I don’t think my sketch conveys that at all.
Still, forty-five minutes of doodling is a good way of creating than any other, I suppose! And a hundred and ten years in forty-five minutes is quite an achievement, I must say.
I screamed with laughter as I allowed the sticky paint
to kiss the canvas in a variety of strokes and ways
A red spill here, lifted and curled around
and flicked and dotted and dashed
Greens and yellows pass each other
Hit each other and spin and spiral this way
An idea planted firmly lifts from the board
like an image from the silver screen
Abstract it may be
but to the beholder a masterpiece seen
A very quick digital doodle of a lakeside scene
As Spring is in the air, I thought why not. And a quick thirty minutes of sploshing some colour around is good for the soul!
They danced by the light of the silvery Moon
And watched Sunsets from the shore
They dined and laughed
And really couldn’t ask for more
Which passed too soon
Or a Snow Leopard, in acrylics. An unfinished one, mind, but it’s still an ounce.
I’m out of practice with this actual painting malarkey, but at least with Tuesdays being my Creative Paradise day I have to create something – or at least have a go. Warts and all, what I create for Tuesday will appear on Tuesday.