I am the owner of many, many scraps of paper: whether they be stuck into a sketchbook, on my dining room table, my purse, my back pack, my messenger bag, my other purse (yes, it has been mentioned to me I have quite a few bags), my closet, my night stand, my dresser, and finally my desk – the only place they are actually supposed to be. On these scraps are sketches, doodles, thoughts, and emotions jotted quickly down in order to get them healthily out of my system. A lot of the time these scraps are placed down, snapped for the sake of an Instagram post, and then not so much forgotten, as they are just left where they are as I have to get up and go about the rest of my day. From this, you can imagine, many of these sketches do not get to become the complete illustrations I would like them to be. Unfortunately, I have not yet discovered a way for there to be enough hours in the day for me to accomplish that task. But I am working on it.
It was with this idea in mind, of looking back through these scraps, that I pulled the above two sketches and decided to make them something more. The sketch on the right is minimum three years old, and the finished piece created from its beginnings was not completed until two months ago. Both these “scraps” have been sitting around with potential, and I am glad I was finally able to make them something more.
It makes me even happier that they were both completed in time to be accepted into the Huntington Arts Council’s Juried Art Show, “Artie Techie.”
Both works have been printed, framed, and will be on display in their Main Street Gallery from July 2nd to 18th.
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.