We here at meganlovestodraw support an inclusive, all-loving, accepting United States. (Well, me, because... who are we kidding? This is pretty much just yours truly at the helm.) To that end, we oppose a lot of what is happening regarding the new administration, including the nod given to Mr. Bannon. So, in a very MLTD-way, we protest with art. Enjoy my fiddlings with this GANZ postcard that I bought for a $1.
So, I was just updating my Drawing-A-Day page (which isn't truth-in-advertising, I grant you) when I realized something momentous:
I'VE CREATED 600 SMALL PAINTINGS & DRAWINGS*
That's just madness. What's even MORE mad is that I feel like I could/should be doing more! Oh, self.
So, it's my birthday and I thought I'd share all 600 (+1) pieces with you! Enjoy! Do you have a favorite?? Click through to their page to see them up close & personal - these are just screen shots :)
*NOT including the derby portraits, Rob, the eyes for Art Prize, my work illustrations, etc.
I want to share a conversation (well, one question, one answer) that I just had with the subject of my ArtPrize entry, Rob. A peek behind the artist veil, but I think it's important.
So - This is where I am with the fact that: I created a piece for ArtPrize that I love, I got a HUGE response from the public last weekend, yet... it's not developed into much "formal recognition" (i.e., I didn't make the Juror's short list, nor am I in the running for the public vote - that I know of).
I'm human, I'm disappointed. This was a ton of work and, like anyone, it'd be nice to have people recognize that. But the fact of the matter is, people ARE recognizing it. Who KNOWS what's next after all of this exposure during ArtPrize 7 @ The B.O.B. I'm immensely grateful to all of the support I have and am working very hard to not get mired down into the race to the top prize. It's tough, but it's important.
'Draw more, care less' is what my tattoo says. How soon I forgot.
As silly as it might seem, I get nervous over everything where my work is on public display. Yes, "even" an employee art exhibition. There were 200 entrants vying for awards and lookit me! I got one! I'm very honored! Perhaps this will lead to more partnerships with U of Mich to display my work - the ladies talked to me about it - so, stay tuned for that.
Next on to ArtPrize...
All eight derby portraits are ready for framing in preparation for ArtPrize in Grand Rapids! The official hanging of the show is Sept 17th - I cannot fathom how time got me here already! I'll post some pictures documenting all of this.
Now I'm going to go try not to fantasize too much about winning ArtPrize. That, ladies and gentlemen and everyone, would (and I'm not even remotely kidding) change my life.
Diving deeper into this portrait project, I've noticed a very interesting change that I had not anticipated.
I USED to draw people like this a lot. By 'used to', I mean, in the '90s. It's been a very long time. In the interim, I didn't really thinking about it. My medical illustration career, then my drawing-a-day project (consisting of mainly objects rather than humans), were my artistic focus (we'll ignore the PhD here). I don't think I ever thought "OK. I'm moving AWAY from that work and onto this work because I must." But I definitely felt like "growth" was something to strive for, and, for me, that was not necessarily doing what I had done in undergrad. This was definitely the message I received from a lot of instructors.
I haven't explored carbon dust as a medium since I learned to do it in 2000 (pictured below: my first carbon dust piece - the human hip bone). PS: Why does my sig say 2001? Der. Wrong.
I did one or two small carbon dust drawings as part of my drawing-a-day, but, never people. So, it'd been awhile.
These portraits have their challenges, like all drawings do. The dust fights me, the portrait edges away from looking like its subject... my eyes strain, my head aches.
The difference is how this project is influencing me as a person. As I wile away the hours scribbling and blending, I am slowly feeling more comfortable in my own skin. I've laid-off with a lot of my self-criticisms, for example. I find myself refraining from: "Why the hell do you have to lose everything all the time??" "You forgot to q-tip your ears AGAIN?" "You can't NOT were a cardigan. This shirt fits you weird."
There's this weird calm over that stuff. I'm not almost saying these things... I'm just not saying them. I simply no longer care.
I'm attributing it to my return to a medium and subject that are part (a majority?) of the core of my artisticness.
And, dear lord, it feels GOOD.