Fawn statue at Glenveagh Castle being visited by a “fairy.”
I’ve been toying with this photo collage for a while. I had taken photos at Glenveagh National Park in Ireland, and this deer statue was on the grounds of the castle. I decided to assemble a “fairy” using my photos including a morpho butterfly I saw in Rochester, NY’s Strong museum butterfly garden to be the wings. I’m planning to get back to Ireland in 2015, and return to Glenveagh. I’m sure I’ll find more inspiration there, and possibly an Irish fairy or two.
My current college Graphic Design class is challenging me, and practicing using the Wacom graphic tablet at home for different creative ideas is fun. If I’d had this kind of tool as a kid, wow!! But I guess it’s good to be a bit of a kid now, too. My “inner child” has to be nurtured with some of the same things I did as a child, with a glass of wine thrown in occasionally.
Checking out at the grocery store recently, the young cashier liked my tote bags with my artwork on them. She said she is an artist, too. I asked her what she uses and she said she’s “just drawing.” I suggested that drawing is excellent and admirable. After taking college drawing classes for a few semesters and admiring the drawing skills of many artists, I hold the practice of drawing in high regard. Drawing can be a scribble or doodle, getting down a concept in a few lines, or a painstaking effort of hours with pencil in hand over a pad of paper. I’ve spent moments getting an idea out or hours completing a colored pencil piece. I’ve looked a Da Vinci and Rembrandt drawings with wonder, or a niece’s simple crayon drawing that she gifted to me with the same wonder. I’ve met a young man who lost the ability to use his right hand to draw, so he taught himself to do beautiful renderings with his left hand. It’s all good.