Sketching a hibiscus

I did this drawing as a part of a Domestika course led by Lapin in Barcelona. He had turned his usual interest in urban sketching to botanicals during the pandemic lockdown.

Allan Gardens

This greenhouse is in a park a few blocks from my home in Toronto. It opened for a few weeks to the public and then Omicron closed it down again. I had sketched a few of the plants in December, but it wasn’t open on this day in January.

Break the Cycle

I wanted to convey a habit I have of closing down and tuning out when I feel over-whelmed or depressed. Sometimes that’s warranted but usually it is better to open oneself up to absorb new energy–from the sun, from others, from new ideas or helpful advice. So the open flower is the new habit and the closed flower is what I mostly do now.

Just green

Another monochrome exploration. This time with a colour I don’t usually use, bright green.

Mojo Thief

I drew myself in the box. This year I find my main mojo thief is the formation of a mental construct of “my style”. I’m really not entirely sure I have one but I’m beginning to form an impression of what other people see as my style and the “not my style” messages are starting to box me in from trying things outside of those parameters.

It’s a balance to both hone some promising techniques rather than giving in to total chaos but also keeping it fresh through being open to new ideas, materials and techniques. When it tips too much towards “not my style” I feel in a box.

It’s interesting that this struggle echoes one I had earlier in life when a construct of “the real me” led me to feel confused and guilty when I acted in ways that I viewed as “out of character”. Since my “real me” was a very lofty best of myself I spent a lot of time feeling like a failure. Hopefully the lessons learned then about all of us being a gestalt of selves can be applied to art journalling and I can avoid this trap laid out by my mojo thief.

Voice

My voice lives somewhere at the meeting place of Yellow Submarine and Victorian steampunk and lace.

Fire

We continued on with the theme of “The Elements” this week.

Just Jump

The theme was “water” and after all the trite and predictable ideas had played out, I was left with the fact that I hadn’t been swimming in ages and yet I love swimming. Sometimes other people’s ideas about what is allowable for a woman my age or my shape, shrinks my world or ends an activity before I am done with it. To heck with that. Just jump.