And so it begins

As we age, our techniques change. Our media change. Maybe our vision, arthritis or other physical disabilities, even hearing loss will change our work; our product that we call art. I'll be 75 in a couple of weeks and as one who has spent most of her life doing representational art and running away from the possibility of success I have arrived at the corner of Who cares! and What!? I'm not chasing the dream of being a reknowned artist anymore. It just doesn't matter. All I want is to be able to be a full time creator for humorous art. Just a touch of humor that others can see is great. And I'm back to my roots. Cartooning. I began my drawing by coping Clairol portraits and comic book art and it's imprinted on me I guess. Gone are the days of realistic drawings and paintings. Well, except when I teach painting classes at the library. It's part of the job.

 I started with the Fool from the Tarot and I've decided to hone my skills of old age using the Tarot as my inspiration. I've envisioned the art; how to preceed. I'm just waiting for the watercolor ink to arrive on Thursday so on Friday I can continue. And I'm really going off track with my interpretation of the cards. Well, at leas the next one.

Here's my Lightning Struck Tower. Look closely. It's a computer tower in the clouds. No dogs barking but a bird flying around it and two men being ejected from the tower. When I get the ink, I'll drop color and do more drawing with pens building on the shapes left by the drying ink.

I will always be a wanna be scientist. A left over from the 50s and 60s and scifi movies that were really about the communist threat. I was a kid. I didn't know. I love experimenting and I am going to experiment my way into a new technique.