It’s incredible when you see yourself through the eyes of someone who is touched by what you do. It often seems like I’m tossing stuff into the ether, losing it to the void. But when it lands, when somoene is touched and tells you about it… It’s humbling. And encouraging. And sometimes even terrifying.
But I remind myself, it’s enough to do the work and show the work. The rest is not up to me. If I put too much energy and thought into something that I can’t control, I’ll make myself crazy.
It’s only mine to do the work and show it. The rest is not my problem. I am merely a messenger.
Several years ago when I went to a conference called the Gathering of Artisans (for Christian artists) where during the welcome event, an odd man insisted on calling me Angela when I distinctly and clearly told him my name seconds before. After I corrected him, he smiled and said he wasn’t wrong.
Angela means Messenger. I suppose all artists are messengers.
Currently, I’m reading a couple books that reinforce the artist-as-messenger theme:
Both say pretty much the same thing when it comes to your work, your art. It’s enough to do your work, to create, and to send it out into the world. The rest is beyond your control. Devote yourself to your work. Share your work. But don’t place any expectations on it.
So that’s what I’ll do.
94/100. That’s where I’m at, nearly 2 months past the start date of my 100 Day Project.
Some would say I failed. That I’m a flake for not finishing.
But seriously here. I drew 94 faces. NINETY FOUR.
In a span of slightly over 100 days. I’m far from an expert at realistic portraiture (not that I was attempting that to begin with ), but I can draw a pretty decent face whenever I want, straight on, 3/4 and profile. If you count the faces I doodled on my desk pad, I probably got the whole 100.
I did achieve what I set out to do, and that was to challenge myself in a way I haven’t before. So what if I’m 6 short!
The ‘last’ face (so far… I think I’ll go ahead and complete the 100 just for continuity’s sake) that I put up on Instagram was one I drew in a rare kid-free moment on my vacation in Greece this past summer.
I think I’m completely over my phobia of signing on to challenges. And besides. I’m not competing against anyone (neither are you), so if I “fail” at something I decided to do for myself, who gives a shit? As long as I get out of it what I intended to begin with, I call it a success.
Back to then oil pastels!
This is from yesterday. Completed around 11pm and forgot to post. Stabilo marks-all water soluble pencil & watercolor.
Oil pastels, again. Loving it. still learning how to handle the medium.
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Day 4/100 oil pastels. A little off of my normal thing, but I really like the way this looks. may sick with pastels for a while. note: save black for last.
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