Once again, I’m going to start with the last picture of the prior painting blog. This is where I was at when I started “fixing” the nebula. I almost stopped here, but I felt like the colors were too soft now.
Black needed added in.
I knew I needed to make the color more dramatic. It just felt too soft and everything blended without a draw for the eyes. So I intensified the hues with another layer. If you look carefully at the next picture, you can also see the splattering of stars.
Time for the final stars and highlights on several of them. There are 7 glittering stars in that sky created by the dreams of a tree.
Come see the original today at the Jerome Music Booster craft show from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.
Honestly, I never expected the nebula to give the problems that it did. I thought I had this.
Okay, here is the last picture from the last blog so you can recall what it looked like.
Here I blended the colors together. Oh, and I also added the sparkles to the tree which I wanted.
So I thought it was all well at this point. I just needed to add in some dark spots.
That was when I realized I had a mess. Giving the top a moment to dry, I filled in the ground beneath the tree. I wasn’t certain that I even wanted ground, but after I got it in, I decided that it had been the right thing to do.
I had the thought at this point that I wanted the nebula to reflect the colors of the tree. I went back to some reference pictures of nebulae and tried to decide what I wanted to do. Here’s what came about:
I’m going to leave this blog here for now. I’ll post the final on Saturday. As I will be out at the Jerome Music Booster craft show from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., you can come see the real deal there.
Until then, happy adventuring.
Happy May Day!
Short blog here. It really didn’t take long for the tree to take form.
This is the second layer of the tree. Also started some highlighting on the trunk so it can take shape.
Now for the full highlighting of the tree.
Happy adventuring until next time.
I’m working on a new space nebula painting and I’m hoping to have it ready for the Jerome Music Boosters’ craft show this weekend.
I had picked up this board that is 20″x10″ and I had thought I would paint a kind space nebula on it. Then I had another idea.
In order to start it, I had to plan where the “mist” would be and let it guide me to placing the nebula.
Are those dark clouds now on top of the mist at the bottom. Nope. Let’s see if the next picture can give us a clue.
Ah! There we go. It looks like the beginning of a tree. Stay tuned to see how this develops!
Here are the 4th week of Inktober drawings. See the others here: Week 1, Week 2, Week 3.
Prompt #18 was “Bottle.”
Several years ago, I went to the park and sat alone in my car. My boys were off visiting their father. I was lonely and couldn’t stay at the quiet house any more. So I sat at the park and watched the clouds drift by. And cried. Okay, I’m going to admit it now, I cried. Hard. Long and hard.
Something encouraged me to open my eyes and look toward the sky. I did, and there was this cloud floating along that looked like this twisted genie lamp. I grabbed my sketchbook and drew it out. Then I did another, and another. I went home and continued drawing these all weekend long. It’s not like I was filling pages, but whenever I felt the mood to let my hands draw some elegant curves.
It feels like a lonely world tonight.
I sit here staring at the white page of my computer screen and wonder what to write. Secrets plays on my Internet radio, followed by Armada by Two Steps from Hell. I wonder how long I will continue to sit and stare until I decide to start writing words, anything. Something.
Click, click, fingers on the keyboard and the words start to come to me. Pouring forth.
There are writers who think the act of writing is grueling and love the idea of having written. I prefer the writing. For me, it’s slipping through a little hole unseen by everyone else and coming out in another world. It’s like music that flows in the ears and opens up your mind to possibilities locked within the flow of the music.
It’s like magic.
Who would want for anything else?
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
— Lao Tzu
Non-artists want to see art as being easy. They may want to know what went into making a piece, but they don’t want to know about all the hours practicing or making tons of horrible work. They don”t care about the artistic struggle you felt inside. They just want to see the passion of creative expression coming into the world. They wish they could create as easily. But we both know it’s not easy, at least not once you start taking your craft seriously.
So what is it, in that moment of validation, that we see and feel that leaves us wishing to be perfect and yet we know is ultimately impossible? It is the beauty in the raw energy of what we see and feel.
When we see a tree or a bolt of lightning, a waterfall or a spark, a crystal or the formation of an idea, and it sparks an emotional cord which takes our breath away. We might say or think, ‘Oh, that’s beautiful. It’s so perfect.’ But it is?
Did the tree mean to grow that way or was it shaped by external factors that in being rooted to the ground it couldn’t escape? Was the waterfall intentional or was it just seeking an outlet? Was the idea as fully formed as originally created or did it need more work later?
What’s more is that the tree didn’t just blossom into existance fully formed, the waterfall was once not there, and the idea is immaterial until someone takes action upon it. It is a journey. Just as an artist in a booth waits for the first person to come in and says that the work is beautiful, the viewer doesn’t see the journey, only that moment on display.
Let them enjoy the instant and the thought that it was easy. The journey though was yours. Your steps, your actions, your progress. You are ahead of the game and ahead of those that wish they could start.