Also recovered, thanks to my recent spurt of workroom organization — my “Mandalas Only” sketchbook, which I found hiding in a stack of pads of art paper. I used to draw a mandala nearly every day; lately not so much. I’ve got so much else I want to explore these days, but sometimes it just feel good to get back into the meditative rhythm that mandalas bring to me.
This new page of three, once again executed in my favorite black Sharpie pen and colored pencils, is different from those on the earlier pages in the book — more open space, more varied combinations of color.
I did some (more) organizing in the workroom over the past week. It’s a never-ending process, but I uncovered some (more) things I’d forgotten I had.
Case in point: a whole box of oil pastels, brand spanking new, never been used — 48 of ’em! I’ve been taking in the Dirty Footprints Studio Art Journal Wisdom workshop, and there it was — Day #4::Oil Pastel Love. Talk about serendipity — a little bit of experimentation was definitely in the cards!
Not sure whether this will ever become anything more than an experimental page, but I learned a lot. I want to do more with oil pastels (The colors! The blend-ability! The texture possibilities!) — and who knows, this could be the start of something…
I actually got this done a week ago, but life has been intervening with a vengeance and posting the results of my drawing table clean-up sort of slipped down the list of priorities.
This is the before picture. It’s got a hint of the expanse of clutter existing beyond the boundaries of the boundaries of the frame. If that prospect scares you — well, just don’t think about it…
To be perfectly clear: those copy paper boxes are full, and not just sitting in front of the desk — there are other boxes filling up the entire nee hole of the desk. Along the windowsill, my Project Project Runway finale collection from 2013, plus Cleo De Nile, waiting for her turn to walk the runway.
And here’s the after version — not the most in-focus picture but the difference is apparent.
Knee hole with space for actual knees!
Handy and organized drawing implements!
Space to actually draw!
And along the back, the stash of index cards I knew I already had, neatly stowed in a special index card storage box I’d completely forgotten about. (With a ready-to-be-filed practice card…er…ready to be filed…)