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Change. Why does it angst so? Some of my abstracts - I hesitate to call them real art - are meditations on a topic. Some of them are direct reflections of my mood. The very rare one is a reflection of both. Like snapshots in time. A direct look into a moment. One of these, I knew it the moment I had finished. This one image represented the instant right before everything changed. Looking at it now, it could never be recreated. It is more than just color thrown wildly onto a page. Every stroke, a quiet attempt to hold onto something that was in danger. And when the moment passed, the colors would rearrange. The shapes were pulled a

One of the things I really struggle with is drawing things where the subject is in motion. Hey, guess what most of my ideas are?  I'm getting better though. Which is good because remember what most of my ideas are? I guess my next task is learning how to draw things that are less rounds and squishy. Yes. These are technical art terms. I can tell I've improved just with working on anatomy, but most of my early drawings resemble slightly less exaggerated Power Puff Girls. Big round heads, everything roundish, round hands. Just... round. And squishy looking.  This is great when I wish to draw "cute".  Not so great for the recent flood of "actio

Nothing to do but draw, and draw and draw and draw and draw. And draw.