Progress was made this week on my “How To Draw A Dragon” childrens book project. Here’s what my studio looks like when success happens.
Yes, doesn’t that look a whole lot like what my studio looked like in my last post and the post before that?
Being creative is like cooking – you get one meal cooked and cleaned up then it’s time for another meal. It’s the slog – long live the slog! Hooray for the slog! Okay so the word slog can have a negative connotation… I also call it a a good working rhythm! There’s a wonderful article about slogs aka work, talent and audacity from The Painters Keys. [Spoiler: it’s not the talent so much as the willingness to see it through]
Here’s some of my more finished than unfinished Dragon pages. I still have to ink all of the poem text and fill in certain visual elements on many of the pages but the entire book has been penciled!! Feels like an accomplishment… which I celebrated (more on that later in this post)! Anyway here are some of the mostly inked pages!!
If you recognize some of the pages, well that’s because I go through the book penciling. Then I go through the book inking this bit then I go through the book inking that bit then I go through the book….
See what I wrote earlier about slogging. Writers most obviously slog – you hear about novelists working on a draft of a novel for years, decades even. You hear about it taking years to rewrite and edit a novel. The same is true of my visual artistic life too. But the public doesn’t often hear about the slogs of a visual artist. I’ve written in the past about the similarities I see between art and writing – what I write here today is of a piece with that idea. Anyway, I find that it helps to celebrate small milestones of creative projects.
I penciled the entire How To Draw A Dragon book!! Yippee! So I celebrated by having margaritas with my spouse on our backyard patio. I also did a small painting in color. I’ve been thinking of of color as I have been working on “How to Draw A Dragon” a black and white line drawn book for other people to color. Indulging in both an adult drink and some gouache paints was decadent!!
And while I was painting the light outside changed but I kept painting.
While this looks like a complete painting done during the duration of a drink – and it is – but it is also only one piece of my much larger Odditorium exhibit. You might say this is like novelist writing one decent short paragraph during the time it takes to drink a margarita. A paragraph is not a novel. One painting is not an exhibit.
On another day this week my spouse snapped a photo of me drawing in my morning sketchbook. Below the photo you can see what I was sketching.
The next morning I got one of my small art boards and re-sketched my thought. This is what I love about keeping a sketchbook – I can explore thoughts messily in my sketchbook then later pick the thought I really like and re-explore and repeat with variations. I can try it in different sizes, art mediums and colors. This way there’s no pressure to get it right the first time. And I get to play with a group of fun thoughts as long as I like. Some might call it “flitting about” but I call it normal creativity. (See also my last post) Can you see how similar the visual art creative process is to the writers process of rewriting? Below I basically “rewrite” my thought.
I’m thinking this artwork will be fun on a mug for a gardener to use. There I go again dedicating a gift for someone – whether they ever see it or not. I mentioned doing this gift making / dedications in my last post. This mug and a card with the same artwork are on my Zazzle shop now.
I’ve even thought about color when eating this week – inspired by a recipe in my kitchen sketchbook Favorites So Far.
Below is one of the books I’ve been reading in the evenings before bed titled Nature’s Palette. My spouse gave it to me for my birthday earlier! Do you notice that some botanical and zoological drawings look sortof coloring book-like? Well in part that’s because long ago books were illustrated using etchings which were often colored by hand before being bound into a book. And from my past experience as a biological illustrator often both black line drawings and color drawings are needed for the same plant – so color is filled in (so to speak) after one has an accurate line drawing. Is it really any surprise that I’ve been thinking of color and coloring books lately?
I hope your week is full of color and delights for your senses. See you next Monday.
12 thoughts on “Dragons, margaritas, a toad and a garden”
I love your interpretation of the word “slog”. From now on I am going to reframe any activity I am thinking of as a slog and see it instead of being a productive rhythm moving me forwards. I actually had that thought recently when hiking a steep uphill. My kids stopped for a break but I kept going because, as I explained to them, I was in a rhythm I didn’t want to break as it was going to make that uphill stretch feel much longer and harder.
Thank you! Yippee that you understand so well!! Your hike is a perfect example of what I mean!! Yes!! Yes!!! ❤🤗 Thank you again!
You certainly have filled your life with beauty and creativity. Your magic beans post is live today on my blog. I hope you like it.
Thank you so much for your kind comment!! And thank you for posting about my magic beans!! I am sure I’ll like it!! I’ll go looking for it now!! What fun!!
I’m really liking the book in progress, particuarly the ever-hopeful little rabbit, such an endearing character.
Oh thank you!! It delights me to hear you say this!!!!❤❤
You’re most welcome, Sue!
Love those flowers, Sue!
Thank you!! ❤
Congrats on completing the penciling stage! As a novelist I definitely create and celebrate lots of stages of progress. It helps with motivation and keeps it fun. This week I especially like your garden sketch. For a moment I liked the simplified version you originally sketched better than the bigger iteration, but when you applied it to the mug I saw the magic in integrating the saying into the plants. Lovely!! Have a great week, Sue!
Thank you so much!!! ❤