It’s finally done! This project took a little over three months to create. The best part about finishing and delivering these posters are the smiles I leave behind. It gives me so much joy….and I deserve that after the sleepless nights thinking about arranging everything to drawing all day. I got so focused that I had to put a timer on to walk during the day. I have a quote written above my computer monitor, “Movement is Life.” It reminds me to have balance.
I draw each building separately and then place them in relation to each other. There were graphic challenges along the way…rearranging some buildings towards the end of the project, redrawing some, adjusting colors. I also learned a lot. All part of the process. Life is better with good challenges. My favorite part is drawing the people. The fisherman is my husband who inspired me. He’ll get that whale some day.
Fun Illustration of the City of Lynchburg, Virginia. 24″ x 36″
Paul goes for the whale!
We had our art journal show at the Lynchburg Art Club this past January and WSET-TV’s local show highlighted us.
The contrast is great for color and light
Painting trees upside…again, but in a reflection
Adding clouds and re-adding the light into the trees
Putting in some ripples from the bugs landing.
Blurring everything for the water aspect.
Then the light changed.
Adding the Lily Pads
The Lily Pads are in…still missing something. Will revisit.
The reflection pond called. The light from the clouds bounced off of the pond and the trees were admiring themselves. The lily pads were at the end of their glory, yet they wanted to be the focus. Isn’t this the process of creating? The steps to honing skills. Bringing color, light, and nature onto the paper. We shall see as they evolve. Monet. Where are you?
I was a curious little girl. I am a curious woman. I still ask why. Sometimes there are no answers and things are just the way they are. Be sure to ask the right person.
When I was kid I would get a bump on my tongue from something that may have been too acidic or I was mildly allergic to. Of course I went looking to my mother for the answer. It was a lie bump. I never knew what I lied about. I was five. I never asked again.