Thursday, November 07, 2013

Wallpaper on a Spaceship and Monkey Anesthetization

A lot of people have asked me about my 'artistic process'.  How do I come up with the ideas to draw?  I myself so as to not be rude of course. I don't consider myself an artist. I don't have a process. I learned about repetitive drawing by reading about Zentangles online. My process is this: I have a head full of mind monkeys, swinging from the mental chandeliers and flinging their own poo.  I draw repetitive patterns to lull them into a banana-sated siesta in their little hammocks among the limbs, twigs and branches where they otherwise spend their time maniacally jumping to conclusions and teetering precariously the edge of reason. That's my  entire 'process'-monkey anesthetization!

Case in point, I've been more than a wee bit angsty over the last week or so, so I wanted to start a project that would take a while. It should be repetitive but not too repetitive, large but not too large, detailed but not too detailed, difficult but not too difficult. And before you know it  I was angsty about what to draw.  Cause that's how I roll. Friggin' monkeys! So to break the mental 'gridlock',  I got a 12 x 12 sheet of white paper and drew a 1/2 inch grid in pencil. Too repetitive. So I drew circles all over it. Initially I thought that they would be orbs floating over a repetitive background. Lately I've been enamored by the pattern '8s' by Jane over a the 'See Jane Run' blog so I just started filling in the grid background with that.

Before long, one of the monkeys raised his drowsy head and decided that the circles weren't orbs but portals and so I drew the frames and rivets. He settled back into his slumber and I continued on with the '8s'.  I had worked on a smaller study of 8s the week before, experimenting with all of the designs I could use to 'fill in ' the basic '8s' pattern, so I used the one I like best; little shields with a gem in the middle connected by cables with porch door screens in between. This kept the monkeys down for several days. Every time they sat up in their hammocks, stretched their arms over their sleepy little heads and tried to yawn themselves awake, I grabbed a pen and lulled them back to Dream Land.

After I got the background all filled in, I filled the portals in with black and then filled them with stars. This is my very favorite pattern to do . I finished it and posted it to my Doodlers Group on Zentangle for constructive criticism. Someone said that it looked like 'wallpaper on a spaceship' but 'in a good way'. And so, there you have it, even though they are sleeping, sometimes little monkey dreams sneak into the very design of the thing created to lull them, and I end up with 'Wallpaper On A Spaceship'.

PS-I'm not crazy. My mother had me tested.

Friday, November 01, 2013

Happy Birthday Daddy!

My daddy loved money and the art of the deal. There was nothing he liked better than buying something, and reselling it for a little profit. It was his hobby and his joy. He also collected coins. When he passed away on April 1, 1999, my Mum gave me a bank that he had received for a gift many years before. It is a plain wooden box, but the front has one of the old fashioned post office mailbox doors that had the little dial combination lock that is all letters.  Spin the lock to letter G, reverse direction and pass G stopping on letter B.  Now forward until you get to the space between L and M.  It's pretty awesome and reminds me of Daddy every time I see it.

As soon as I received it, I started hording all of my change and putting it in there. I go to the bank on November first (Daddy's birthday) and April 1st (his death date) and turn it in. The combination bank is pretty full by then, but the night before bank day finds me scrounging for every bit of change I own. All of the usual repositories are searched relentlessly; the dish in the laundry closet and the little one on my dresser, the cubby in the car, the bottom of my purse, coat pockets, sofa cushions. It's all of a sudden vitally important to me that I don't miss one single penny.

This year I wasn't going to be at work on November 1st. My bank is by my office so I bundled up all of my change and took it with me to work on October 31, planning to take it into the bank on my lunch hour. I locked it in my trunk, worked all morning, and then on my way out at lunchtime, I told a coworker about my little change ritual and said that I hoped Daddy would forgive me for taking it in a day early.

On my way to the back door, I found a penny on the carpet.  Absently I picked it up and put it in my pocket...almost on auto-pilot.  I drove over to the bank and hauled my treasure inside.  A cashier took it and put it in the counting machine out back. She came back with a slip of paper and handed it to me saying 'Awwww! So close!!!'.  The slip of paper said $84.99. I said 'Awww ...' too and felt kind of  bad for a minute until I remembered. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the penny.  $85 EVEN!  Thank you Daddy! I love you and miss you every single day.