Once all the work was safely packed and headed to the show , I breathed a sigh of relief all the while thinking, "So. What's next?!?" Because the reality of Life as an Artist is we are only as good (or as bad) as our NEXT piece. Today's work. I hauled out the gelli plate because making a whack of prints is ALWAYS a Good Idea. Until it isn't.  The thing with making a ton of prints, without direction, is a little like eating only dessert for days. Initially? SO. Good. And then you start to crave, NOT sugar and eventually lettuce. You start to crave lettuce and you know the dessert thing is over. I began to crave direction. Except I was still full of  "A Made Up Life" and nothing else was being let in. Enter Sketchbook Revival 2022 , a two week intensive make-a-thon, two classes a day creating things I may not normally create. Being told exactly what to do frees up the brainmeats to rest so, eventually, I can start to think about what the next path(way) ...
Totally lost track. I think yesterday was Easter. I think we had ham on Saturday. Close enough. To keep myself occupied - plus art = therapy - I've been working through something called Sketchbook Revival . Put on by Karen Abend  for a few years now, it features 12 days of online classes, 2 per day, by an eclectic group of artists. Watercolour, mixed media, hand lettering, journal writing, creativity coaching, architectural drawing ...the list goes on. It has been a welcome distraction. I've rediscovered watercolours, my first art love (and hate!). Turns out, I still love them. AND hate them! I've also kindled a vague periphery-want-to-learn passion for handlettering. Yay! New skills. Here are some of my journal pages.  Also. I'm almost finished my sketchbook/journal. Hell to the yah! ...