Pier at Luss, Scotland
in 'Kentucky Bluegrass' ink with a little bit of brown
Ink series of the village of Luss, Scotland
finished some with colored pencil
all 5x7 images
reason for doing this series : I saw the village featured in a Facebook post, especially the pier, which is above. It mentioned the little ice cream shop and the wonderful long paths that go along the shore all the way to the 1,500 year old church. It is also listed as the Loch Lomond Faerie Trail for walking. I wandered Google Street view and captured a few images I thought would be interesting to repeat the motif in a couple of drawings and see how, even with different inks and treatments, they might fall together as a series based on their shared subject.
(I have more images saved, will add to this post as I decide to attempt them)
Pier Street at Luss, Scotland
in 'goldfish' ink with colored pencil (and a perspective alteration 'to fit')
School Road at Luss, Scotland
in indigo ink, with a bit of changeup because the big bush was in the middle of the scene and obscured too much, so I moved it.
The Parish Church at Luss, Scotland
in indigo ink with added carnation pink - which wasn't doing it.. so I added one drop of red beyond that and achieved the color I was thinking of
Loch Lomond Arms hotel, Luss, Scotland
goldfish ink with a touch of brown
colored pencil because the trees did not stand out like I wished them to
Other Notes: All of these were completely left hand drawn. It has been a few months since I decided I should embrace being mostly left handed, even though I learned to do everything including drawing and writing with my right.
I've done a few drawings of my postal route - this is the one I did today - 'Near Watkins Lane', colored pencil and inks
the thing about the postal route images are they are a 'smash together' of things I see around that place, not an actual representation foot by foot of what you would see there. For example - the tree at the end of Watkins Lane, and beyond it you see the lake one way and t he tall straight bare trees on the OTHER side... and the cows live across the highway, not down the lane, but they are pretty and I wanted to put them in there somewhere.... if you knew the area, you would recognize that the 'parts are there', but all jumbled up.
and at the end of laying out the above drawing in blue, my pen snapped and popped - which made me wonder if I needed to throw it out and use the other one I have instead. But no, I took the rest of the paper and wrote this out and drew this tree - and there is no reason whatsoever to throw the pen out..
It's been a hard week on the postal route. It's been cold - my truck has been broken in a minor but annoying way (door handle) so I've had to improvise. I'm very glad I'm as stretchy as I am at my age - but it's been annoying and my left arm is in that 'what did you do to me' stage that doesn't even really hurt anymore until the middle of the night and then I wake up and everything clicks and cracks and eventually I forget about it like a bad tooth until I try to do something 'different' with it like carry laundry or hold something up.. and then it goes wonky again. hypermobility is not as fun as it looks, but it could be worse... maybe I can get some more sleep now, as I don't have postal route (that I know of) for another week or more now
"HWY 105" postal route drawing
This one was done a few months ago, and oddly enough, it is the very next section to what I just did now.. sort of like working backwards without even trying to
So now I'm thinking about working 'forwards' on the next chunk from the horse onwards...
completed it what will I call this one? "HWY 105 - CONTINUED" ?
The horse in it is the same horse as the above one, just around the corner to the mailbox that is broken and most of the time in a mud puddle
" Railroad streets West and East"
I did this in black and white but haven't went further with this one - it is still in town and was done while waiting for them to bring the mail one morning then forgotten at the post office for weeks.. it's home with me but I still haven't moved too much forward on it. It is also 'compressed' and represents a section of postal route that is actually more like a mile in length but would be recognizable from the elements
'Old Trezevant Road' 5x7 inch
This approximate area is where one day there was a huge white cow walking down the middle of the highway. I slowed way down, not wanting to hit it - and it put it's whole head in the left-hand side of my postal truck. It then proceeded to lick the dashboard a bit - and then decided to 'move on'. I really hoped no one would hit it. I didn't want to come back to 'smeared cow' all over the road since I go down that road and come back. But, by the time I returned, it was nowhere to be seen outside the fence... and there were so many inside the fence well, I couldn't tell which one it was. *ha*
first time playing with pastel in a good long time, used this paper, Canson Dry Mixed Media Sand Grain natural sand colored paper. I was trying to catch an effect I saw in the moonlight last night with the shadows of the trees that I couldn't 'see' in plain ink or colored pencil.. it felt 'smudgy'.. which to me meant pastel.
I started out with a bluish-green ink brush to get started washing in shadows - then went over with pastel
'What I Saw in the Moonlight' - Marie Lamb - November 19, 2021
Ink, as in dip nib pen ink, is one of my oldest hobbies that I have begun to get back into. What now, twenty years ago? The year 2000, so yes... I did this almost every day as part of my drawing training at NDSU - I would do large 18x24 sheet papers of ink in many colors. It took lots and lots of patience and close vision - which I had back then, and time, which I also had in abundance even though I was going to school and working at the Michael's store. (I also did not sleep much then, either *ha*)
I tried a little bit when Esme was small, but didn't stick with it. Some of my inks have deteriorated over that time and I had to replace them - the brown turned to a purple, the yellow to a brown, and the red mostly just clotted up and is unusable. So, I ordered some replacements and they came in the mail last weekend.
A small porcelain tea bowl I purchased at a specialty tea shop with my husband many many years ago - and finally found again this year through a comedy of errors in my cleanup of the studio after my eye surgery. It is now in my ink kit where it belongs. The pen on the left is a regular pen with a regular nib. The crow quill pen is in the middle and I don't like it (but I gave it another try). The brush is a small camelhair brush and I do use it a lot. The pen comes with various other nibs meant for calligraphy, but I tend to use the one with the sharpest fine point. Some nibs like the ones by the bowl have reservoirs, that hold more ink in them. The one that is on the pen in the picture does not have a reservoir.
drawn the day the new brown ink came, with a nib that does not retain and needed to be dipped every third stroke or so - I then changed it out to one that had a small reservoir, and have been using that one since. Although, it must be taken care at the end of writing or drawing to either 'draw it dry' or stroke on a piece of cork or ragged paper until all the ink is drawn out and it is as clean as it can be. I used to have pen cleaner - but I never used it, and it went dry before I opened it. I find 'drawing it dry' useful and leads to some interesting things, little sketches or lines of poetry sometimes.
Hazelnut / Filbert tree
only one color of ink here - the new brown, but the 'fresh' ink in the pen is super dark, and as it lessens it becomes more of a 'tea' than a full ink of the pigment and gets lighter and lighter until the pen is dry and must be re-dipped. This is something that can be used to advantage in drawing, but it will take practice.
some poems that have flowed out of my nib pen lately as I practice my left handed handwriting
And we walked along in these woods, together,
along the path that few had chosen before,
the path was not well marked and at times
the ground was unforgiving,
the stones were sharp against our feet,
but on we continued
for we were together, after all
and there will always be stones
along any path
The Broken Shell
I went to the ocean and
brought back a shell
There were so many
but I did not have to choose
the ocean delivered it to my feet,
but then I decided it was for me,
and that, was a choice, indeed
(fragment on a drawing) :
Upon this Earth we stand
for this we are given
and take forward
Oh to see those halls, to sit in those stones, once more
although, in truth, I have never been
yet these words
they echo through
the empty windows of the photographs
and that was the key to it all -
that simple act, so easily overlooked
and yet without it
where would we be?
A world without wonder,
itself a thought unfathomable without the very deed -
and at that musing,
I was amused again
at how wonderful it all can be
I wake up.
I'm already tired again.
I went to sleep at five yesterday, was up for maybe an hour in the night, and still, it is not enough. Some days get like this - I could sleep for twelve hours and still feel like it is the middle of the night.
I think about drawing, about the sometimes silly feeling goals I have to get a picture of this building, or try to draw something in this pose ... at these fatigued times they seem so much more 'unnecessary' and 'inconsequential' in the long run. I tell myself this is because of the fatigue, and not because of the worthiness of my art goals. Goals are what we have to keep us going through the 'leaf debris' between point A and point B. Even in the fatigue, I am proud of the blue garage painting I did - it stands as a high point in all of the other tiring moments in between.. moments that had to happen to get to that one.
And there are all of the other mental drains that seem to pull more on me than they should, sometimes, especially in these fatigue days. I try to be present. That's a good goal. I try to get done the big things that are requested or expected of me. That's also a good goal. I know that a lot of the little things will be seen as I simply forgot or scatterbrained or decided against them. In some ways, I did.