For the third year running, there will be a SamSketches calendar.
It is my hope for this third year that it will be gracing even more homes than its predecessors. The pieces selected, for the most part (not going to lie and say every single one), were done so with a special meaning behind each month assignment.
- July includes an illustration of Gader because it his birth month — his birthday will also be noted on each calendar as well, you’re welcome.
- August’s image and words refer to music, a reference selected for the birth month of the man responsible for my eclectic taste in and knowledge of music.
- October’s words come from the artist I share a birthday with in that month — Picasso.
And the rest — have fun trying to figure out and guess … or don’t and just enjoy the imagery. :)
I am currently awaiting my draft copy of the calendar to make sure it all comes out exactly as I would like it to. After I have held it and am okay with it, it will formally go on sale — $15 (w/ free shipping to your home).
For now, I am keeping a list of those interested in securing a copy from my first shipment of calendars, which has been impressively growing each day. (thanks!)
If you have not yet contacted me about making a calendar yours please do so to be part of the first shipment to go out! — simply email, text, FB comment/message, tweet, stop me in person
I somehow always find myself in a situation of coming and going. I have for a long while. My room and workspace is in a constant state of disarray, with the somewhat hopeful thought it will be alright: this constant back and forth is only temporary. The result of this is my life is made up of all of these piles. Piles of due dates, piles of laundry, piles of receipts, piles of jewelry (I’m not so good at maintaining organization with these little pieces at all – does not at all mean I don’t want more) piles of unwatched dvr television episodes and not nearly the last of the piles, but most notably — piles of paper.If you know me at all, these piles make me incredibly cranky. For this reason, I am very glad to have recently had the time to organize some of these many piles. (Few things make me happier than organization)
My pile of paper. Recently, I felt I had been drawing much less and stalling out. Then I came across this. This mountain that when everything is put together contains 19 sketchbooks of varying sizes and about 1000 sheets (I didn’t actually count the sheets I’m making an educated guestimate based off of the reams I’ve gone thru) of paper. Admittedly, not all of them contain the greatest of pencil scratches or the most dutifully steady ink lines. But they all have something.
I didn’t spend time scrutinizing every piece, I don’t ever have that much free time, but I did take a moment to breeze through some of them. Doing so allowed me to see that this enemy pile I’ve been glancing at with a scowl for the last few weeks, is my life. Yep, that’s right. My life laid out in paper: filled with memories, accomplishments, a random bill or receipt here or there, time, beauty, and sometimes terrible moments I would rather crumple up and throw out, but I don’t. A lot of what I am is in that pile and I’ve been letting it sit there, neglected and mostly hated.
Now, not all the piles in my life are of such importance, but they probably do deserve a bit more positive attention than I have been giving them. This is going to be part of the plan going into 2015 — more attention to and maintenance of me and my piles.