Rather than trying to capture crisp, sharp images today I thought I’d play about with creating a dreamy, hazy feel to my pastel roses with a little bit of slow exposure motion blur – I love the way the colours blend out towards the edges. Apart from cropping to achieve the framing I prefer, these images are straight out of camera – what fun! 🙂
I really love colouring in, but occasionally I’ll find a design in one of my many colouring books and think – nope, I just don’t have the patience for that.
This is one such design, made up of myriad tiny shell shapes, and although I first started it ages ago all I managed to complete was a small three inch square in the top corner before giving up.
So here I am in a winter Covid mini-lockdown, and I decided to give it another go – I’ve still got a long way to go but I’m finally getting somewhere… 🙂
Playing about with my camera again, creating colourful abstract motion-blur images with the cosy crochet blanket sitting with me on the sofa ❤
Sometimes I like playing about with my camera – not just using it practically to document reality as I see it, but using it artistically to create something deliberately abstract.
These are all relatively slow shutter speed images taken this afternoon, looking down onto a vase of red roses placed on a plain grey rug while quickly yet smoothly twisting the zoom lens from wide angle to telephoto. Other than cropping the outer edges to highlight the main areas of interest, all shots are straight out of camera without any further software post-processing.
There’s just something exciting in trusting in the twist to throw out an occasional delightful image or two that works, a pleasing prize nestling neatly amongst the dozens of dull discarded duds.
Definitely worth a smile for me today, even through my miserable cloud of depression 🙂
Think it’s time that my blog took a rest
Gave me breathing space, that would be best
Just a short blogging break
For my sanity’s sake
Till I’m not feeling quite so depressed…
As well as the three broken gladioli stems I’ve rescued from the garden and put in a vase on the dining room table, my husband also brought home a bunch of deep purple blooms to fill out the arrangement.
I tried to photograph them looking all dramatic and interesting, but instead they just looked boring and dull so I’ve applied an online artistic creative filter effect (free to use) to give them a more abstract finish 🙂
I went to pick up my cotton shoulder bag sitting scrunched up on a tote shopping bag (both unceremoniously dumped on a dining room chair earlier), and I thought the colours might look quite nice blended together artistically, so I wondered how it might work to try a few zoom burst shots of both bags sitting just as they were? Such fun! 🙂
I struggle a bit with believing in myself, I have life-long issues with never feeling good enough at just about everything and at nearly 57 I’m getting really fed up with constantly questioning my own credibility.
I don’t want to get to the end of my life and regret not doing things at all because I was always too afraid of not being good enough at them. And yet that’s what I do to myself all the time – in order to avoid feeling ‘not good enough’ by failing at something creative, instead I simply don’t try to do the thing in the first place. In my warped brain I have an age-old message telling me that in order for me to feel good enough it has to be total success or nothing, so invariably nothing it is. But ironically that turns out to be a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy – a default not good enough failure by the back door.
Take my latest creative inner battle ‘thing’ – drawing and painting. I really like drawing and painting, always have done since childhood but I haven’t actually done it in years because I know I won’t meet the exacting standard of perfection lodged in my brain, and I’m so afraid of being proved not good enough I avoid even trying to pick it up again. Basically I’m too scared of sucking at it to try. But yesterday I’d had enough of the never-ending not-good-enoughs, so I got out my old art stuff and just started painting. Not to try to be good at it, but to try to have fun with it – and I learned a few things about myself.
I’m generally my own worst critic, but when I finally got that inner voice to shut the fuck up and stop being a nit-picking spoil-sport I found overall I actually quite liked what I painted, imperfections and all.
My drawing and painting skills are understandably a bit rusty after pretty much a full adult lifetime of not using them but to be honest it seems I’m nowhere near as bad as I think I am.
I still have a reasonably good eye for colour and composition, and ok so my perspective needs some fine-tuning but underneath all my fretting and fear the fundamental basics are still there.
I understand that the world appears a certain way as captured in reality by the camera, but in my mind’s eye I may see it or choose to represent it slightly differently and that’s ok – I can change colours or proportions as I want and that’s absolutely fine by me. Everyone else can just take a running jump if they don’t like it.
My artwork, my choice… Oh, and while I’m at it I suppose it’s also my life, my choice, and always has been… Duh! 🙂
While the artistic muse is still with me, today I decided to try to paint something a bit more complicated than a single thistle or a couple of plums, like a landscape, so chose to go with a favourite view of Inverness looking along the river.
Again I used a photograph as inspiration, although to say I may have simplified the scene slightly is an understatement! And again, I started out with a minimal outline in pencil, filled in the base colours with an overall wash, then once that had dried sufficiently I added more depth and definition bit by bit, then in the final layer I tweaked it with a few more detailed strokes here and there.
It’s not finished exactly, but I think I’ve taken it as far as the fun will let me for today so will leave it at that. Overall I’m happy enough with it as a learning experience, and for me the most important thing is that I actually had a go – after all it’s not the winning but the taking part that counts! 🙂
I had so much fun painting my thistle this morning, I decided to have another go – strike while the iron’s hot (or while there’s paint in the palette)! So this time I’ve tried painting my very impressionistic view of plums ripening on the tree, using another of my photographs for inspiration 🙂