I've drawn a few more images. Some I've saved, some not. I did a couple of dog portraits for the family and bird portraits but I'm not sharing those here. I worked in Inktense and did a good job, but not great. I've said it before and I'm not going to keep mentioning it again, I promise but Covid a year ago did me in as an artist. I have fnally accepted it even though I've complained about it. I can't paint with anything as I used to. Not watercolor pencils, or acrylics for watercolors or guache; not anything. The only thing I can sill do is draw with graphite ( on white or toned paper) and white pencil (on black paper with a touch of white pan pastel.) Grammar rules have changed so much I don't know if the punctuation goes inside or outside of the parenthesis.
I once again rearranged all of my art. I put away anything that wasn't serving me and hid it from view. Just graphite and a touch of charcoal. Mostly graphite. And I'm changing my focus; subject matter. Less wildlife and more people in urban settings starting with really old famly snap shots. I have the first one selected. Me and my little sister. So very obviously the 50s. It doesn't matter. Time doesn't matter. Memory matters and I intend to draw memories for a while. I resolved that on the 23rd during a meditation after a frustrating session with my Inktense.
Yesterday, during the family Christmas Eve dinner (Swedes do that, dine and exchange gifts on Christmas Eve) my younger sister called and she needed to talk. Life in Colorado is rough and expensive and health problems all around. But she wanted to hear good news and speak with everyone and she told me her grandson, my Godson, was interested in writing and art and that he had been watching tutorials and she had been unpacking long unused gifts with art supplies for him. This just lit me up like the Grinch who stole Christmas. She asked me some questions about colored pencils and I said I has come I could share with him. Today, Christmas Day, we lay low, I gathered some art supplies and wrote a letter of instruction and a tiny bit of advice about good content creators he could watch and will mail it on Friday. The post office has to quiet down by then.
My joy about art is back. No matter that I won't be using color anymore. I love drawing and obviously, drawing loves me. But I'm excited again about new videos and sharing what I know with my subscribers. I'm happy about art again. I'm happy from the inside out. It's like G-d, Spirtis, the Universe (pick one or all) planted this interest in my Great Nephew for me as well as him.
Happy New Year! I wish you all joy in 2025.