Between
projects, I enjoyed sketching in Powerhouse museum held by Drawing Sydney. Imagination
and creativity are our wings to fly across a sky. I chose this cart...imagined
a crossed orphan girl with a step mother and a cheerful driver. From here, the
girl's adventure and story would begin!-- is my imagination.
Ohhh,
Bleriot XI, brave Sadami waving at us, achieved the first flight from Melbourne
to Sydney! -- is my imagination in Powerhouse Museum.
This is not
from imagination, but from my observation. One of the organisers of Drawing
Sydney. This sketch club’s facebook is private and closed to the public. Always
the club takes a photo of all the participants, called a “school photo.” It’s inclusive
and wonderful. Very happy to see members and the model loving my sketches. Thank you very much for an organiser and members warm friendship.
Now, I’m
gearing up for SCBWI international conference. I've already created my portfolio that includes black and white and colours. I'll finish up a dummy or a mock book this week. More closely updating info is available from my facebook.
Authors and Illustrators, see
you there!
Friends,
Happy Painting!!
Powerhouse Museum, Drawing Sydney
When I carefully looked at the truck, something dried sea-weeds like were on the windshield. Often that see weed is seen on forsaken ships in a sea or on a beach. I wonder, hum...the truck might have be scattered in salt water/beach? Probably, after picking it up, someone or an artist cut out the metals and decorated the truck. Wait. That's contradicted. How it could have stayed in salt water for a long time?
Fun to imagine the truck's mysterious "biography" that gives the subject a character. *So, usually, I just look at displayed objects without reading any tag and get my own impression. Then, look up tags. Knowledge and inspiration are different matters.
***Wow, my imagination was spot on! The truck is an art work, "Lacie Lorrie". Ingrid Morley gives "Lacie Lorrie" a second life. It is the part of the big event, "Make Lace, Not War." Friends, we, artists can trun anything into beautiful art work with a message!We live with machinery. Once, I tried a bike for the first time. Not easy.
Probably, this work is the best for a bike so far. Men and boys' passion for machines are far beyond my understanding.
Again, I felt more appetite for sketching people. I sketched another sketch club member while our lunch. Honest, I do not feel comfortable with machines.
As if machinery had their own will. Sometimes, I wonder who is a master, a machine or me? I'm far behind from technology and often frustrated with complicated machines. If I could go back to Stone Age, no machine time, it could be more peaceful...? No weapons, no tv, etc, etc, of course, at the expense of convenience.
But I believe good relationships deliver home happiness without machinery.
