Tue 16 Oct 2007
Can you stand the possibility that this brings? I can not.
I went to the art supply store today to buy some dyes (ran out and have no time to order). While I was there I saw my FAVORITE pencils.
I picked up the woodless stick of graphite and it felt so good in my hand. Cold and familiar… like a lost friend.
I flashed back to my freshman year of art school… when you get to buy the “Big Girl” supplies. The pantone color paper kit, the x-acto’s and the charcoal. The graphite sticks… the paper with the crazy tooth to it… the 500.00 splurge when you are 18 is crazy… it’s like a million bucks. You have no reference for that. The supplies get arranged and re-arranged in your ArtBin container (I have now opted for the B&D toolbox). All of them provide the possibility of new beginnings, new creations, and life in its purest and best form.
I ended up getting a few things to get me back on track. I happened to have my camera and iPod in my bag. This shot was taken from the cafe’ next to the art store where I spent a precious hour tuning out, drinking coffee, listening to my iPod (I am very partial to the I AM SAM soundtrack), and sketching a project that is in my head.
For a minute, or 60, I was 18 and lost with no where to go and no one to need me. Talk about pure bliss.
October 16th, 2007 at 2:26 pm
I can just feel that.
I wasn’t an art student, but can remember going into the University Bookstore and loading up as a freshman. I’ve always been partial to ‘new’ office/school supplies. They are clean, crisp, new and have no mistakes in them. It’s a new beginning.
Can’t wait to see what you’ve been up to!
October 16th, 2007 at 5:11 pm
I know just what you mean! I actually still have the exact same ArtBin I got when I was 18 - it sits and waits for me in my garage art studio….
October 16th, 2007 at 8:28 pm
My colored pencils are the tool I turn to when I need to find my way back - my best friends.
October 17th, 2007 at 1:39 am
I understand perfectly. Happens everytime I see a sheet of beautifully white blank paper. I want to draw or write or something. I don’t always know what it is or will be but it is bursting to get out of me onto that paper. Probably why I’ve got stacks of blank canvases, oils, watercolors, pencils, fabric, wool and a word processor in my house. Just waiting to be filled and become ’something’. An oil instructor made the comment once that you might find handmade ceramics in the trash but never a painting (prints maybe). Just too much of a person in the painting, even if it isn’t great. I’ve got an art folder my mother started for me when I was in 2nd grade. And I can remember most of the things that were going on when I made other drawings in HS. Somethings are just intensely personal.
Thanks for sharing.
October 17th, 2007 at 7:34 am
For a minute, or 60, I was 18 and lost with no where to go and no one to need me.
Ahh, true bliss.
I find that so hard to accomplish but so necessary to function. Just finding the time when no one needs me. It’s what every mother needs.
October 17th, 2007 at 8:16 am
OMG! You just totally sent me back to my first semester in art school when my dad took me to Pearl Paint on Canal Street in NYC. We arrived by subway but needed a cab to get back to the dorm. My dad was shocked at how much stuff I needed. His credit card was smoldering. Thanks for that!
October 17th, 2007 at 9:41 am
I love when an object transforms you back like that - how wonderful!!!!
October 17th, 2007 at 2:02 pm
Isn’t is awesome to just sit and be still with the images of your soul pouring out. I love that. I miss that.