Failure, Rejection.

My painting didn’t get into the AAS exhibition. I fully expected this of course but it’s still crap getting the rejection letter. I was in a fairly obtuse mood when I painted it and called it kick against the slick – a churlish jibe at the kind of work that does get accepted. I will of course go to the exhibition next month and scoff at some of the work that has got in. Oh well, there is always next year…

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Pictures in the Mind

Although I’ve been doing the sketchbook thing I’m still planning too much work in my head and not bringing it into reality. I’ve got a couple of commissions on the back burner which I really need to get sorted – a tattoo design for someone which I’ve had on the go since the start of the year and a portrait for a friends son. These need to be sorted ASAP before working on any personal stuff. These people are waiting for their pieces after all.

Bad

And tonight I don’t think I should draw again. Did something bigger (A4) and ok last night but tonight I feel as kak-handed at drawing as I ever have. I’m not going to dwell on this and go to bed. It’ll be easier in the morning – as someone once sang.

Instagram and Muggles

Now that every muggle is using Instagram it creates ‘samey’ness – a uniformity of ‘retro’ and ‘vintage’ looks- no?

Post interrupted to help two year old build train set…

Ok, where was I? Maybe I’m over-thinking this but it seems like Instagram is one of those things, much like private car number plates, that are designed to give the user the illusion of individuality – that it is something unique in all the world – whereas it actually makes everyone the same. Of course, the same could be said about my drawing efforts so perhaps I am hoist by my own petard. I guess we are all struggling to stamp some individuality into a short and futile existence amidst the seething infestation of humanity.

Ok, as you were, carry on instagramming…

Exhibition Hand In Day

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I finally handed in this piece for the annual AAS exhibition. It’s a bad pic but it was made using acrylics, lasagne, cardboard, magazines, nails, pencil, coloured pencil, sharpie, biro and varnish. I fully don’t expect it to get to get picked but you’ve got to try. Oh and it’s called ‘Kick Against The Slick’. I was going to name it after the Ikea chair seat it’s painted on but ‘Stefan’ didn’t do it for me. It might also have been called ‘This Is Not A Pretty Picture of Trees’ or various other things. I’m not big on titles but ‘untitled’ is just a cop out.

When is a picture finished?

This is the picture I’m thinking of entering into the Aberdeen artists society exhibition. I just don’t know if it’s finished, or any good, or not worth the £10 entry fee – when it will likely be rejected, as last years was. No, I’m not feeling confident, but hey, onward and upward. I think I’ll add a coat of varnish to bring it together a bit. And no, I don’t know what it’s about – it’s an image and I enjoy making images. Doesn’t have a title yet. Have to think of one- there is nothing so dull as ‘untitled’.

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To do list, or not to do list. There is no list.

I wrote a to do list this morning. Nothing grand – just mundane housework stuff. Thing is, it worked. There is a debate as to whether they are useful or not. I think they are. Writing it early it sorts the mind and the day out and gives a wee bit of structure. I also enjoy the physical act of writing. So, for what it’s worth I think they are a good thing. I achieved more than I would have without one. I’m an avoider and a procrastinator so I am going to continue with the lists.