Category: mixed-media and sketches

These are rough sketches for some new mixed-media pieces I’ve got in mind. I’ll be transferring the sketches onto the canvas with graphite paper.

So it would seem I am currently in a windy phase. Yep. Apparently, everyone’s hair is blowing all the time in my little corner of the world. Indoors? Your hair is blowing. In the shower? Your hair is blowing. Standing in line for 7 hours at the DMV trying not to slit your wrists from sheer ennui and frustration? At least your hair is blowing and you’ll look hot in your license photo.

Basically, if your hair isn’t windblown, you are dead to me.

So I guess she would be the West Wind

And this would be her sister, the East Wind

I’ll post the actual pieces once they’re finished or once my hair stops blowing, whichever comes first.

(images copyright Tracey/BTP 2008 — do NOT copy!)

I’m working on a little series — or I seem to be, anyway — of what I’m now calling “gossamer girls.” They’re kind of light, see-through, floaty, and they make me happy to work on, which I desperately need these days.

This was the first one using the idea.

These are all 8″ x 10″ and when I scan them, I have to shrink ’em down, so the background on this one looks a bit pixelated. The texture you see on the dress is really there, but the background is a little pixelated. Is that even the word I mean? Ach, who knows? The hair scanned a little “hotter” than it is in person, but there you have it. I’ll get better at scanning these. One hopes.

This is paper, acrylic, watercolor, and clay.

Mixed media piece; paper, watercolor, acrylic on canvas. Niece Piper was the inspiration — was thinking of her since she’s coming to visit this weekend. Wanted to do something soft, sweet, simple.

Then, because I’m a cheeky bugger, I scanned it again and inverted the colors in iPhoto.

Super-electric blithe spirit.

A few rough — and smudgy — sketches I worked up this weekend. I’m planning on using them as stepping off points for some mixed media pieces.

I’ve never been a draw-er. Someone who draws. I’ve been a first class doodler most my life, though. During class lectures. During church sermons. During other people’s wedding ceremonies. Stuff like that. Lately — I don’t know why exactly, but I have my theories that I won’t get into now — I’ve been, uhm, trying to draw. It started during the dying gasps of Boheme — you remember that coffeehouse I had? Yeah, that — and it’s still ongoing.

I guess I find it soothing. I can’t rock in my chair anymore, so I do this instead. And I just keep doing it.

Just, oh …. rummaging round in my noggin, seeing what’s in there, doin’ my own thang.

So don’t laugh. At least not openly, ‘kay?

This was drawn a while back at that Boheme place. What is my preferred medium, you ask? Well, here it was Sharpie and colored pencils and coffee. Coffee was the accidental finishing glaze when I spilled it, dabbed frantically as if trying to save the freakin’ Mona Lisa, and subsequently ruined the whole thing.

Poor little chimney sweep.