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The clayboard is causing a time warp.

There are things I should be working on. My normal method, when I want to paint, but need to get things done, is to alternate--lay a wash on the paintings, run in, work on the digital commissioned work stuff until the wash dries, run back, lay another wash, play with paint for a few minutes, run back to the digital.

I thought I was doing this, but mysteriously, over an hour seems to be passing each time I go into the studio to noodle around with the clayboard.

On the other hand, I have figured out how to make rocks that impress even me, and I would have sworn that I was as jaded to painted rocks as it's physically possible to be without being dead.

But that's how it catches me. I go in and look at my rocks, and think "Great rocks!" and then I see a spot that could be even better, and I grope for a paintbrush, and suddenly it's two thirty and my lunch is cold.

I think I have a problem. And yet...still, no remorse. Remorse may come when I have to stay up all night finishing noblemen for the next Conan RPG expansion, but right now...nothin'.

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ursulav

(no subject)

The clayboard is causing a time warp.

There are things I should be working on. My normal method, when I want to paint, but need to get things done, is to alternate–lay a wash on the paintings, run in, work on the digital commissioned work stuff until the wash dries, run back, lay another wash, play with paint for a few minutes, run back to the digital.

I thought I was doing this, but mysteriously, over an hour seems to be passing each time I go into the studio to noodle around with the clayboard.

On the other hand, I have figured out how to make rocks that impress even me, and I would have sworn that I was as jaded to painted rocks as it’s physically possible to be without being dead.

But that’s how it catches me. I go in and look at my rocks, and think “Great rocks!” and then I see a spot that could be even better, and I grope for a paintbrush, and suddenly it’s two thirty and my lunch is cold.

I think I have a problem. And yet…still, no remorse. Remorse may come when I have to stay up all night finishing noblemen for the next Conan RPG expansion, but right now…nothin’.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

Nestwatch #3

We got squirmy wiggly naked things!

Since the likelihood of miniature naked mole rats spontaneously generating from the aether on my deck is slim--although I'd like to think that if they were going to spontaneously generate anywhere, my deck is as likely as anyplace, and more so than some--I think it's likely that the Carolina wren eggs have hatched!

I think there's two of 'em so far, but it's dim out, and raining, so I can't see very clearly. Updates later.

I'm so excited. Yes. I did squeal. Out loud. And I REGRET NOTHING!

breeden
ursulav

Nestwatch #3

We got squirmy wiggly naked things!

Since the likelihood of miniature naked mole rats spontaneously generating from the aether on my deck is slim–although I’d like to think that if they were going to spontaneously generate anywhere, my deck is as likely as anyplace, and more so than some–I think it’s likely that the Carolina wren eggs have hatched!

I think there’s two of ‘em so far, but it’s dim out, and raining, so I can’t see very clearly. Updates later.

I’m so excited. Yes. I did squeal. Out loud. And I REGRET NOTHING!

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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My latest Weird Fruit painting isn't working. I did "Radishes of Paradise" which are perched like birds. And the idea is solid, and the composition is good, but...the execution didn't quite work. It's not anything I can put my finger on, but it just ain't there. I think I pushed it too far, too fast or something, in my wild enthusiasm for the subject and the media. So that'll sit in my studio and be glared at for awhile. I'll try another one later--I've got no shortage of ideas for 'em--but these are Not Working.

However, I did this, and I was really pleased with the rocks, and the more I learn about the weird little hooded ungulates, the more I like 'em. So on the whole, it was a positive art day, even if having paintings fail always makes me a little sad and grumpy.

http://yerf.com/vernursu/donkeyfish.jpg

At long last, after many travails--particularly that awful thing with the water buffalo and the kumquat, he'd be waking up screaming for years after THAT--the hooded donkey had arrived, his goldfish at the ready. Nothing could stop him now!

Acrylic and some other random stuff on that snazzy cradled clayboard, which I am deeply madly truly in love with. It'll go to Trinocon, unless someone would like to buy it first. And I can do prints!

breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

My latest Weird Fruit painting isn’t working. I did “Radishes of Paradise” which are perched like birds. And the idea is solid, and the composition is good, but…the execution didn’t quite work. It’s not anything I can put my finger on, but it just ain’t there. I think I pushed it too far, too fast or something, in my wild enthusiasm for the subject and the media. So that’ll sit in my studio and be glared at for awhile. I’ll try another one later–I’ve got no shortage of ideas for ‘em–but these are Not Working.

However, I did this, and I was really pleased with the rocks, and the more I learn about the weird little hooded ungulates, the more I like ‘em. So on the whole, it was a positive art day, even if having paintings fail always makes me a little sad and grumpy.

http://yerf.com/vernursu/donkeyfish.jpg

At long last, after many travails–particularly that awful thing with the water buffalo and the kumquat, he’d be waking up screaming for years after THAT–the hooded donkey had arrived, his goldfish at the ready. Nothing could stop him now!

Acrylic and some other random stuff on that snazzy cradled clayboard, which I am deeply madly truly in love with. It’ll go to Trinocon, unless someone would like to buy it first. And I can do prints!

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.