Art project

First off, excuse me if this starts sounding bitchy or whiny. It's not meant to. Didn't have the greatest night, so I'm sort of half on another planet just now.

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Today's pointless photo is, of course, not an art project. It is, however, water running under the ice in the back alley last weekend. I thought the air bubbles looked neat at the time. They don't look like anything now, since the ice is pretty much gone.

My art project (sorry, let's make that "art" project. It's never more than just doodling, as my two fans know full well) is waiting for me upstairs, and hopefully I won't forget to take it home with me. Dad bought me some daffodils when he was down at the Legion the other day -- they're selling them for the Canadian Cancer Society's annual Daffodil Days fundraiser -- and if all goes well (and I remember to take them home...) they should keep me busy for a little while. I hope they will. It'd be nice if I could get back to that.

You see, the time was that I would regularly buy myself a cheap bouquet of something or other (generally flowers, yes) at the grocery store and then do at least one doodle of them every night until they were completely beyond sketching. I'm talking dead-petals-all-over-the-table beyond sketching. I found it interesting to follow how things change as the flowers opened and then withered. Besides, it was good practice. I'd try to use different media as much as I could to keep myself from getting stuck in the graphite rut (which has since become the pen and ink rut. Funny. I never would have imagined I'd develop any sort of liking for pen work), and by the end of the flowers I'd have a whole series. Um, if silly doodles can be called a series. Anyway, I currently have some tulips up on the wall of the apartment that have needed replacing for years (it's a full-south exposure. Anything on the walls bleaches out horribly from the sun) so it's time I finally did another bouquet.

And why haven't I? Well, life intervened at one point and I pretty much stopped doodling altogether. Then I got into some different habits. Now? I'm back to the drawing board, so to speak, but I've just been too lazy to get the flowers.

Yeah, I know how pathetic that is.

And it's not like flowers are the only things available to doodle, after all.

So why didn't I just draw something else to put on my walls, especially since anything I put on my walls will inevitably be temporary?

Um...

I guess I like flowers.

To be honest, I did try something else this past winter. I have a collection of miniature bottles in my room here at my father's place, and I took some home with me for a while thinking that I could at least play with still life stuff a bit.

I did two doodles and then I got bored.

The bottles didn't change.

Oh, you could move them into different groupings and things like that, but the bottles stayed the same. They always will, unless you go after them with a hammer or something.

I guess there's a part of my brain that needs organic to be interested, or something. Something needs to grab my admittedly short attention span, and man-made stuff just doesn't seem to do it.

So anyway, if I remember to take the daffodils home (have you figured out yet that I'm really trying hard to remind myself?) I might actually have something new for the decor in a few days. I'll take a pointless picture if I do. Actually, I've already taken one, come to think of it. Check the other blog for my daffodil-themed Illustration Friday entry, if you're into that sort of thing.

If you're not, that's ok. They are just doodles after all. Soon to be bleached out on a wall, if all goes according to "art" project plan.




Or maybe I'll just have a nap instead. Sounds like a really, really good idea right about now...