Art, it's a tough gig

Matthew, very gently, reamed us all new ones on Wednesday. We need to get cracking and stop dithering and farting around.

So, our assignment, whether we choose to accept it or not, is to have ready, on the easels at the beginning of class on Monday, ready for crit and to turn in, a new drawing. Absolutely new. Not the ones we were dithering over.

Since I had already got the idea for another drawing, not too much a problem. I ran out a bunch of copies to use as coloring books and colored for a moment and thought, what the hell am I doing? This is a waste of my time. I've planned the drawing, I need to get my "art" in transferable shape, "chartpak" it onto the Rives and go to town.

I'm using the one sketch from two years ago at the keuring (curse their blasted souls to heck and back for not holding one in easy driving distance this year). The sketch, the front half of the horse at least, has always reminded me of an Irish zoomorph a la Book of Kells or something. I've played with the image a bit, thinking I might interlace four of them but went back to the idea of using only three. I'll put a border around the page with ornaments at the corners and in the centers of the long sides. I'll diaper it with dots. And put dots in the centers of the boxes created by the diapered dots. 

At least, I know what I mean.

I had thought, at a certain point in the pondering, that I would outline the heads with gold. That is one thing that the coloring book play did disabuse me of. I've decided to go to black for that and save the gold and magenta for other places.