<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371868561807020402</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:53:33.013-07:00</updated><category term='The Process'/><category term='The Beauty of the Line'/><category term='The big intro.'/><title type='text'>The Electric Hand of the Artist</title><subtitle type='html'>Devoted to a new approach to creating art based on an emotional interaction with the act of drawing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10404624651200097953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SkOEgAI2coI/AAAAAAAAADc/h65IL2-6BSw/S220/Hat+with+Ego+Attached+trimmed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371868561807020402.post-2268802973366499778</id><published>2009-08-07T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:03:31.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Electricity of Opposites and the Cleavage Principal</title><content type='html'>Continuing on my theme of the artist as a battery, charged with visual and emotional energy; I offer the concept of attraction of opposites. It’s a basic electrical principal, t’is what magnets do. But what’s that got to do with painting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the excitement for and artist is trying to interpret the world around him. An artist sees things in a different way because he brings a magic link between the eye and the hand into the act of being. Once you start the journey of drawing to understand the world, life can never be the same. It’s as if you carried around a high voltage wire that would start to spark and jump when you saw something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artist cannot settle for what’s in front of him, there has to be more than what he is seeing. What’s missing from the scene that would give it energy, cast it in a different light, reveal that which is hidden? In my own work, I am always looking for situations that contain some form of opposition; the thing and its opposite, good and evil, calm and discord. It’s a way of putting electricity into the visual image on the canvas. For example, this painting below just about ran away from me because I was not satisfied with just painting dramatic looking clouds. It had to have more. I accidentally made a stroke around the church at the top of the hill that made it look like it was exploding. As soon as I did that I found the spark of opposition I was looking for. Granted, it’s a downright silly painting, but it has the opposite poles of good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SnyQGhokt7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Lc6A8WtJhJQ/s1600-h/The+ghosts+of+Borham+Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367323297700951986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SnyQGhokt7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Lc6A8WtJhJQ/s320/The+ghosts+of+Borham+Hill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Ghosts of Borham Hill have a set-to with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example of this is a the painting called &lt;em&gt;"The Flowered Hat".&lt;/em&gt; I wanted something other than a pretty painting of a woman wearing a hat, so I gave it a slightly electric air and a look of distrust; i.e., flowers with a hint of malice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SnyP68n1XwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rKP7IrxqIxc/s1600-h/The+flowered+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367323098787176194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SnyP68n1XwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rKP7IrxqIxc/s320/The+flowered+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Flowered Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not espousing a shock approach to art, but I am positing the search for something that will energize both the artist and the work of art. The starting point may be that nothing exists without its opposite in some form. The space between them is where the sparks fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this when I considered garden sculpture; the beauty of nature’s creations enhanced by the traditional pagan sculptures of nymphs and satyrs, spawned from Greek mythology where revenge and death were commonplace. Consider Beauty and the Beast with its lushly decaying gardens so beautifully wrought by Jean Cocteau.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SoA8_lh3ZzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kIY_Jv6mWYM/s1600-h/beauty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SoLsqXKk8oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7EZVwqKU74c/s1600-h/BeautyandtheBeast5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369113918296093314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SoLsqXKk8oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7EZVwqKU74c/s320/BeautyandtheBeast5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this oppositional interplay the other day while waiting for a train. I could see from the platform two people walking about 20 feet apart toward the station, the lead figure was a man in a state of disarray, his collars up, his tie askew and his hair rumpled like he had just gotten out of bed, the person behind him was a woman, beautifully made up, well dressed and self assured. What struck me was how beauty and dishevelment were walking in lock-step with each other, two opposites traveling in unity, totally unaware of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Cleavage Principal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I know what your thinking, and I may have peaked your interest, but it does serve to illustrate a principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SoA-arakaRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1xl0AqJLDjI/s1600-h/Cleavage_Creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368359383877314834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SoA-arakaRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1xl0AqJLDjI/s320/Cleavage_Creek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a professor of sculpture one time speak on this topic. His thesis was that when two parts are just butted up against each other there is always some flaw that spoils the line where they join, but if one puts a small space between them the eye gets slightly tantalized by the gap and any minor flaws are nullified by the space. Obviously, this principal is not lost on the  particular vintner as illustrated to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place where this gap is useful is the spark plug, where the gap produces an electric arc for the purposes of igniting gasoline. This blog encourages the artist and that electric spark of vision and creativity. The moment can be electric, the space between two people can contain a world of meaning if given the sensitive touch of the artist. It is the realm of the unspoken thought, the playground of possibility or the anguished of a distance never to be crossed. It can be the gap that electrifies the painting and your audience. What keeps the work alive for the patron may be that space where his thoughts about the work of art can live and keeps him in thrall because the artist has given him a mystery to solve. Let your work have the space it needs; it is not empty, for it is filled with your excitement and the mystery of what can reside there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371868561807020402-2268802973366499778?l=floradraw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/feeds/2268802973366499778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/08/electricity-of-opposites-and-cleavage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/2268802973366499778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/2268802973366499778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/08/electricity-of-opposites-and-cleavage.html' title='The Electricity of Opposites and the Cleavage Principal'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10404624651200097953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SkOEgAI2coI/AAAAAAAAADc/h65IL2-6BSw/S220/Hat+with+Ego+Attached+trimmed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SnyQGhokt7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Lc6A8WtJhJQ/s72-c/The+ghosts+of+Borham+Hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371868561807020402.post-5786353487964102154</id><published>2009-07-16T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:33:17.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Breathing</title><content type='html'>Now I come to a post I have been trying to create for some time, but my photographic and artistic attentions were not quite up to the task, so I will try and make do with what is before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have previously mentioned the effect drawing has on me and perhaps other artists as well – the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seismographic&lt;/span&gt; hand memory induced by the excitement of drawing. When I look at people on the street the hand memory goes off and its as if I were painting or drawing them very fast and my eye looks for the essence of the situation. Its a wonderful feeling, so rich in emotion that I hate to parse through it, but it may benefit those few who may read this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my fellow commuters rush past me I can feel the air they have stirred up, or let us say, the psychological air. They leave behind a contrail of emotions that I try to sample, and add to the picture I am creating in my head. I have but a second to glance at the person and my eye inevitably goes to their mouth. I want to see how they are taking in air; taking in the present moment. Many do not seem to be breathing at all, or holding it all in. Involuntarily, I start to feel the breath catching in my own lungs &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;its as if I were breathing for them&lt;/strong&gt;. Few are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; looking at something in front of them but at something in the past – or yet to come. They make gestures which are connected to scenario I cannot see, walking through spaces that are mapped in their memories. I try to hold on to these feelings and sensations as long as possible, but it all happens so fast. The longing to sense these moments and hold on to them is what gives energy to the act of painting and drawing. Hundreds of these moments will be lost in a day, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, I am not a camera, I cannot download all this wonder, but I like to think a hint of it rubs off in my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360957782964578754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SmXyszV4KcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6P_DGDOawxc/s320/Compressed+Thoughts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you carry the vibrations from the act of creating into the world outside the studio, amazing things can happen, paintings go off in your head, the smallest human movements can become something of great beauty. The casual gesture can lead to an arc of human understanding. Let your eyes be open to those things that will pass you by in an instant and may they take your breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360983845252680930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SmYKZ07kzOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zjnV7xQ-Cho/s320/Horn+Head+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371868561807020402-5786353487964102154?l=floradraw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/feeds/5786353487964102154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/07/importance-of-breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/5786353487964102154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/5786353487964102154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/07/importance-of-breathing.html' title='The Importance of Breathing'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10404624651200097953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SkOEgAI2coI/AAAAAAAAADc/h65IL2-6BSw/S220/Hat+with+Ego+Attached+trimmed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SmXyszV4KcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6P_DGDOawxc/s72-c/Compressed+Thoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371868561807020402.post-582672353141918695</id><published>2009-06-22T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:22:22.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for George While Recharging Your Battery</title><content type='html'>OK, it’s actually Georges to be fair about it. You know the guy; he was that fella that painted people by candlelight. That’s right, Georges &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la Tour. Well, I am waiting to run into him on one of my walks to work. To be more precise, I am waiting to see his hands. I am waiting to walk down the street and someone will suddenly make this gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-bbWahPLI/AAAAAAAAACw/8ppIJhVYu0k/s1600-h/533px-Georges_de_La_Tour_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165776515022002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-bbWahPLI/AAAAAAAAACw/8ppIJhVYu0k/s320/533px-Georges_de_La_Tour_022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-bqHZZnmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-cIAk8qO7rw/s1600-h/Georges_de_La_Tour_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350166030181834338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-bqHZZnmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-cIAk8qO7rw/s320/Georges_de_La_Tour_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be a tall order though, because Georges’ hands are masterpieces of Gothic architecture and creatures unto themselves. Even when they are tossing dice they are some of the most beautiful creations I have ever seen. They can speak of supplication and resignation or casual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deceit&lt;/span&gt;. They have been formed with a beautiful delicacy and communicate without words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-ezDtOinI/AAAAAAAAADA/w0YcuRthh90/s1600-h/The+Dice+Players.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-hxZkem-I/AAAAAAAAADI/bz1MTaNf2SI/s1600-h/The+Dice+Players.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172752388987874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-hxZkem-I/AAAAAAAAADI/bz1MTaNf2SI/s320/The+Dice+Players.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I let Georges hands find their way into my artistic noggin, I have widened the scope of possible wonders; faces and hands that can surprise and delight and make me feel the world around me in a much more intimate way. But I guess thats what being an artist is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of what artists do is bring energy and emotion to their vision as reflectors of the world. You, the artist, are an aesthetic battery, building up a static charge that can be released on your works. The inspirational vision that Georges and other artists express are part and parcel of the electrolytic paste that make up your battery. I urge you to feed yourself full of art, images, emotions and sensations to help that battery keep its charge. The excitement you feel when your battery is full will be felt by those who view your art. The electric jolt comes out through your hand and registers in graphite, paint, or whatever method you chose to express the current flowing through you. Since you run off of that electric charge, you can sense the electricity in others, in their situations, in the spaces between them. Let the air surrounding them crackle with the spark of their being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-8a7eYLTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ooQvqukqdAQ/s1600-h/dishcarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350202053167164722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-8a7eYLTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ooQvqukqdAQ/s320/dishcarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be not content to see people as objects in a composition, see if you can express their electrical potential. We exist, in part, through the electrical impulses within us. Let those impulse flow into your battery and into your art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371868561807020402-582672353141918695?l=floradraw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/feeds/582672353141918695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-of-george.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/582672353141918695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/582672353141918695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-of-george.html' title='Waiting for George While Recharging Your Battery'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10404624651200097953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SkOEgAI2coI/AAAAAAAAADc/h65IL2-6BSw/S220/Hat+with+Ego+Attached+trimmed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sj-bbWahPLI/AAAAAAAAACw/8ppIJhVYu0k/s72-c/533px-Georges_de_La_Tour_022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371868561807020402.post-8340496147659521589</id><published>2009-05-27T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:14:28.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Electric Hand Steps Out</title><content type='html'>Since my job requires a daily commute into New York, I have plenty of opportunity to observe my fellow commuters as they make their way to Work. I approach this daily grind with the attitude that, &lt;strong&gt;at any moment, I may see something which is absolutely astounding&lt;/strong&gt;. The groundwork for this all came from another of my fathers' maxims, “ &lt;strong&gt;Every day is delicious&lt;/strong&gt;”. So the world can be astounding and delicious if you let yourself be open to the possibility and fill your head with art. This all sounds very syrupy, new-agey kind of stuff, but if you look at it this way it may help…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any moment I may come around a corner and see this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bronzino)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a young summer intern at one of the banks still in business.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sh6k8ZOdi1I/AAAAAAAAACY/y4jLYYFK-Bc/s1600-h/Agnolo+BRONZINO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887565578636114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sh6k8ZOdi1I/AAAAAAAAACY/y4jLYYFK-Bc/s320/Agnolo+BRONZINO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ingres)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A potential Bernard Madoff looking crusty, timeworn with a hint of subterranean deadliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sh6lYbHTIpI/AAAAAAAAACg/6MG_QPOpIrM/s1600-h/Ingres+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888047121801874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sh6lYbHTIpI/AAAAAAAAACg/6MG_QPOpIrM/s320/Ingres+Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sh191XtD6mI/AAAAAAAAACI/TOBDqUuL_oY/s1600-h/Hawthorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cavazolla)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Works as a Barrista at Starbucks while going to college at night. His mother is not happy with his hair and he is not sure what he's going to do with his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sh6l7iih7FI/AAAAAAAAACo/a998vYs1zPo/s1600-h/CAVAZZOLA+warrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888650410486866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sh6l7iih7FI/AAAAAAAAACo/a998vYs1zPo/s320/CAVAZZOLA+warrior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The art that fills your head can sneak into your life unannounced and its a wonderful experience to have it suddenly pop up in front of you. So gobble as much art as you can fill your head with and you will be well rewarded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371868561807020402-8340496147659521589?l=floradraw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/feeds/8340496147659521589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/05/intimate-line-steps-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/8340496147659521589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/8340496147659521589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/05/intimate-line-steps-out.html' title='The Electric Hand Steps Out'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10404624651200097953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SkOEgAI2coI/AAAAAAAAADc/h65IL2-6BSw/S220/Hat+with+Ego+Attached+trimmed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/Sh6k8ZOdi1I/AAAAAAAAACY/y4jLYYFK-Bc/s72-c/Agnolo+BRONZINO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371868561807020402.post-7247462524637623394</id><published>2009-05-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:07:05.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beauty of the Line'/><title type='text'>The Beauty of the Line</title><content type='html'>Drawing is not only a way of creating an artistic expression, but it is also a way for the artist to get in touch with himself. It is often used by artists to warm up – recharge that link between hand and eye and brain. When I pick up the pencil, there is a moment of reflection, a sort of checking in to see if I am mentally available to receive some of the wonderful images before me. Often there is trepidation that I will be way off base, and in that case I have to allow myself to not get it right. I have to fumble around until I feel like I am actually touching the surface of the subject. Once I feel like its OK to go ahead, that I am not just trying to draw to make something pretty, I can allow the mental touching and exploration to continue to see if I can find the electricity and emotional intensity of the subject that will drive my line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am talking about line I wanted to further explore the importance of how I use it. I can remember my father saying many times "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try to say the most with the least&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"; i.e. a lot of detailed explanation of the surface is not necessary, as it stops the interaction with the viewer. Somehow this stuck with me, at least as far as my drawing is concerned. (My paintings, on the other hand, tend to get way out of control). I aim toward brevity in my drawing, letting the quality of the line speak for itself. I take a sculptural approach to this and let myself feel like I am pushing in and out on the contours of the surface, that feeling of touching without really touching. If that can be expressed well, not much else is needed. Shading can add further dimension but the essential information is carried in the line. It tells you who the artist is, like handwriting shows a personality. Below are some samples of wonderful drawings that speak about the artist awareness of the magic of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry Ossawa Tanner - study hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Freeparkings' photostream on flickr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShQ5X7dyglI/AAAAAAAAABU/XHdpqzuquyw/s1600-h/Henry+Ossawa+Tanner+-+study+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337954541603291730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShQ5X7dyglI/AAAAAAAAABU/XHdpqzuquyw/s320/Henry+Ossawa+Tanner+-+study+hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is wonderful control of line; a beautiful regard for the rhythmic arc of arms and delicate fingers speaks to the sensitivity of the artist. Just from looking at this drawing I can feel the delicate pressure of the thumb against the forefinger, the mild tension in the back of the hand as the fingers are flexed. This is the intimacy of which I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annigoni- Portrait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(freeparking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShQ6pRqCc_I/AAAAAAAAABc/UYUlxsMGAQc/s1600-h/Annigoni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337955939129652210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShQ6pRqCc_I/AAAAAAAAABc/UYUlxsMGAQc/s320/Annigoni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shows a total mastery of the power of line. Amazing control of quality from soft detail to strong charcoal strokes used to briefly indicate clothing. The handling of the charcoal gives the image a great deal of energy. Even though the clothing contains some of the darkest areas, the focus keeps coming back to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicolai Fechin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Freeparking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShQ94wm9PWI/AAAAAAAAABk/6MOlVGOTH_g/s1600-h/Nicoli+Fetchin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337959503671147874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShQ94wm9PWI/AAAAAAAAABk/6MOlVGOTH_g/s320/Nicoli+Fetchin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate and refined expression, with that fearless use of charcoal to indicate the hair. I believe that he paid a great deal of attention to how the paper effected the drawing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371868561807020402-7247462524637623394?l=floradraw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/feeds/7247462524637623394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-of-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/7247462524637623394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/7247462524637623394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-of-line.html' title='The Beauty of the Line'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10404624651200097953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SkOEgAI2coI/AAAAAAAAADc/h65IL2-6BSw/S220/Hat+with+Ego+Attached+trimmed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShQ5X7dyglI/AAAAAAAAABU/XHdpqzuquyw/s72-c/Henry+Ossawa+Tanner+-+study+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371868561807020402.post-5983223510784684365</id><published>2009-05-18T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:40:16.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Process'/><title type='text'>Part of the Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShGb6Kn1AhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b_vy7C4oZ4A/s1600-h/Ego+with+Hat+Close+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337218456996872722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShGb6Kn1AhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b_vy7C4oZ4A/s320/Ego+with+Hat+Close+Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a section of a drawing called &lt;em&gt;The Mad Hatter &lt;/em&gt;that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;was done from a photograph. Part of the process is trying to figure out what about the image attracted me in the first place. I was most certainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attracted&lt;/span&gt; to the intensity of the image and I wished to carry that through in the drawing. I felt, on looking at the photo, that a lot of energy was centered around the mouth and that his mouth was stuffed with the emotion, so I wanted to something other than teeth. I left a suggestion of teeth and let most of the lines on the face radiate out from that direction. I liked the explosive feel of the image and tried to bring this out more fully in the hat. (see the entire image on my flicker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt; (Garden Sculptor). &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44267326@N00/3263798734/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/44267326@N00/3263798734/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think most people underestimate the information that can be read from a drawing. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; the artists &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; blush with the subject matter, and the way the he uses the line can be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;telltale&lt;/span&gt; sign of how he feels about it. It can also indicate how comfortable he is with his abilities. I see a lot of artists who cannot draw well enough to carry out their thoughts and feelings effectively, so it is a primary step that should not be given short shrift in ones artistic development. The act of drawing can be a very intimate encounter with ones feelings, failings or successes; so sometimes its avoided in the rush to get something on a canvas. The payoff, if you stick with it, is something that is extraordinary, and will color the way you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interact&lt;/span&gt; with the world for the rest of your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371868561807020402-5983223510784684365?l=floradraw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/feeds/5983223510784684365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-of-process.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/5983223510784684365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/5983223510784684365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-of-process.html' title='Part of the Process'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10404624651200097953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SkOEgAI2coI/AAAAAAAAADc/h65IL2-6BSw/S220/Hat+with+Ego+Attached+trimmed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShGb6Kn1AhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b_vy7C4oZ4A/s72-c/Ego+with+Hat+Close+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371868561807020402.post-4070612018505418819</id><published>2009-05-15T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:58:37.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The big intro.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShREued-hvI/AAAAAAAAABs/5lWnjdKTlt4/s1600-h/Hat+with+Ego+Attached.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337967023584347890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShREued-hvI/AAAAAAAAABs/5lWnjdKTlt4/s320/Hat+with+Ego+Attached.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Since I have been hanging out in flickr, I have admired some of the blogs by other artists and it’s a good way to know them better. I thought this might be a good forum to share my thoughts and feelings about creating art. I hope you enjoy these posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost for me, creating a drawing or painting is not about making an image. It is a way of exploring some of the wonderful emotions that pass through my brain as I look at people, places and things. The art is the act of touching the emotion, exploring its nuances, feeling it in my body, walking around with it like a delicate suit of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to draw was a struggle like it is for all art students; it wasn't until I got older and more comfortable in my own skin that I could discovered what drawing actually meant to me. I realized that it was an act of touching something I could not touch; I could feel like I was touching the person as I drew, and not just the skin, but the electricity under it. My hand would move as I reacted to the person I was drawing, and it acted as a seismograph of what I was feeling. The pencil strokes registering the delicate electrical vibrations that I felt dancing below the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wasn't drawing I found that occasionally I would see a person and could feel a sort of hand memory like I was drawing them very fast; the seismograph would go off in my head and I would walk around with a big smile on my face. It’s an amazing feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have my sketchbook and my seismograph and I am set for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would welcome posts from fellow artists about what drawing does for them, what goes through your noggin as you draw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371868561807020402-4070612018505418819?l=floradraw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/feeds/4070612018505418819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-i-have-been-hanging-out-in-flickr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/4070612018505418819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371868561807020402/posts/default/4070612018505418819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floradraw.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-i-have-been-hanging-out-in-flickr.html' title=''/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10404624651200097953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/SkOEgAI2coI/AAAAAAAAADc/h65IL2-6BSw/S220/Hat+with+Ego+Attached+trimmed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbptIZUtdjE/ShREued-hvI/AAAAAAAAABs/5lWnjdKTlt4/s72-c/Hat+with+Ego+Attached.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
