One Long Mark?

When you’re educated for or work in a field, you learn the terminology associated with it. You know: the words that all the other people know but you didn’t know until you knew you needed to know them? Jargon, lingo – the words with special meaning for the people who use them. THOSE words.

I’m still skating around the edges of an art education so I try to use my limited “art vocabulary” carefully.  I don’t want to insult anyone or make myself look even more uninformed than I am. One of the first words I picked up was “mark.” It’s a good word! Short, right to the art point, and clear in its meaning.

Or is it? See that goofy doodle up there? I drew it with a ballpoint pen in one long – very, very long – movement. It’s a crop. There’s a body attached to the head; the entire doodle’s about 12 inches high. I started at one point, then twisted and curved and doubled back and turned around and went forward and backward and…done. ::whew::

So, here’s my question, for those of you who know more art terminology than I do: Was that ONE LONG MARK? 

“Tap Dancing in Space”

In honor of the asteroid that’s supposed to pass by Earth today I posted “Tap Dancing in Space” for sale on Redbubble. It’s from a couple of years ago and is a “digital mashup” of an acrylic painting, an acrylic ink sketch, and a fractal image (digital). It’s also the first time I did any asemic writing on a piece for sale. Like so many of the digitally compiled modern mixed media things I do it began from nowhere, wandered around in confusion for a few minutes, and then suddenly transformed itself into what you see above. Is that good luck? Or art magic? 🙃

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Here’s info about that asteroid, if you’re wondering: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2021/05/31/nasa-warns-asteroid-expecting-pass-earth-june-1/5281064001/

Also, asemic writing: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asemic_writing

Volcano

“Volcano” Acrylic painting ©️Robin King – Available on the full range of Redbubble products, including prints.  (click image)

Volcanos: often fatal, frequently destructive, usually unpredictable, and, as far as I’m concerned, terrifying. There’s been an uptick in significant volcanic activity lately so I “painted out” some of my fears. 

Current activity: https://volcano.si.edu/gvp_currenteruptions.cfm

Masks

 

©️Robin King
Self-Portrait, 2014 – my old avatar (©️Robin King)

We’ve always worn masks. That’s what we do. Some are truly reflective of our emotions and our identities. Some aren’t. 

One reason I make faces is because of those masks. When we roam through our worlds we rarely see our own masks – we’re too busy trying to understand the ones other humans wear. 

My particular pleasure comes from creating and cataloging the masks I see. Sometimes, when I’m lucky, I recognize the ones I’ve worn. 

Take Your Name Off It and I’ll Buy a Print

Several years ago my work was being “stolen” (ripped off, infringed upon, misappropriated, orphaned, and then sold by others) with such frequency that I nearly stopped making anything new. Then I had the “brilliant” idea of incorporating my name into the work. The image above is an early example. Can’t miss that name! But why is it there? Because I considered it an organic watermark, so fundamental to the composition that it would destroy the work if removed. I’d solved the problem!

Bwahahah! Wrong

The faces I made that way were immediate failures. “Why’s your name there? Take it out and maybe I’ll buy it!” – that was what I heard from one potential customer. “Get famous, then I’ll want to look at your name.”  – another comment.

My name didn’t do well as a copyright identifier, either. “Where’s the copyright symbol? Either it’s a copyright mark or it isn’t. This way’s just stupid.”  Yes, OK. Got it.

I still struggle with copyright issues but I’ve given up on this particular idea. Someday I may try to rework the images but until then they act as salient reminders of how very ridiculous some ideas can be when implemented by the wrong people. I couldn’t pull it off. The work was – simply – not strong enough. 

Live and learn? Every day. :)

No Body Here

The Model is created!

Ten years ago I decided it was time to practice drawing “the human form.” I already had one of those wooden models with articulated joints, and a bendable wire one, too. I bought several books and got to work. The basics went well.

But everyone told me that to truly be an artist I absolutely HAD TO practice life drawing. The reasoning behind that made some sense to me even though I wasn’t entirely convinced. One problem got in my way:  I rarely see people. That’s by choice and it’s non-negotiable. So I tried drawing figures I saw on television. That didn’t go well, mainly because they’re two-dimensional. I might as well just draw pictures of people from pictures of people.

One day, when I was packing up some old clothes to donate, I decided to delay their journey. I stuffed a top and ancient sweatpants with the rest of the old clothes and found a plastic mask and wig, and made a body. Then I posed it, added a plastic hand and sunglasses, and the “person” in the photo above appeared. 

I dressed and decorated it several ways and posed it on chairs, etc. It routinely scared the cats. Weeks later, when I realized that the legs needed “bones” to look right I assembled a skeleton out of old paper towel rolls. But I never re-made the model.

Why?

Because I had so much fun fussing with it, making it look increasingly realistic, taking silly photos of it, that I drew it only once. Its original purpose was to help me teach myself how to draw a person. But I didn’t want to. 

I took it all apart, put away the hand, the mask, the hats, and the hairpieces. The old clothes went on to living people who needed them more than I needed to learn how to draw people.

I draw faces.

If I had a thousand years of life ahead of me I’d never tire of exploring faces.

No bodies needed. 

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One of these days I’ll track down the other photos and that drawing, and share them. And, yes, I know that the hand is on the wrong side. 🙃

It Took Me Three Hours to Eat a Small Banana

For those who may have noticed: I’ve been absent from by blog for several days. Monday I became ill – nothing serious, all better now. But for the time it lasted I was a mess. How much of a mess? It took me three hours to eat a small banana. And even then I wished I hadn’t.

Fortunately, that’s over. ::whew::

But I created no art, visited no websites, did nothing useful except sleep. I’m waaaaaay behind everywhere and will catch up in the next couple of days as my strength returns. 

See you soon!

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The image above is a tiny portion of an acrylic/painting cut paper piece I did several years ago.