After my husband gave me a new iPad, I bought a program called "ProCreate" for creating digital artworks. I have been experimenting with "painting" over photographs and over old watercolor paintings, with creating photo collages, and with "drawing" layered "paintings." So far, I have become obsessed and greatly enjoy this last process. I can give "ProCreate" a highly positive review. Here are my recent efforts.
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Grandma Love 8 |
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Sisters 2 |
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Sibling Rivalry |
This series of artwork all began with a selfie photo I took, while I was crying and holding a sick, sleeping baby in a dark room. I put it together in a Warhol-like picture, shown in my last post. After that, I did an ink and watercolor painting based on that photo. And next, I made a digital "painting" on my iPad, using ProCreate. My husband, who gave me the iPad for my birthday, took a picture of me working on it. Pictures of all this are below.
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Sad Selfie |
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Watercolor Grief |
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Digital Grief |
Comparing the ink/watercolor with the digital work, I begin to wonder which more effectively conveys my intent, do both convey grief, are they both "art"? Both absorbed me while I was working on them, and the digital one was actually fun, since I was learning something new. I had fun with grief?? Art IS transformative! (At least for the artist.)
After the sudden, unexpected death of my dear sister in March, I stopped painting. She was my best viewer and best friend, and it's hard to go on without her. On Friday I held my poor, sick little grandson for two hours in a dark room, so he could sleep, and in those two hours I thought about my sister and cried. Finally, I thought, "Well, this is my life right now. I might as well paint it, too." So here are two works about grief.