It’s been six months since I last made a post on this blog. That’s the longest period of time that I’ve gone without posting here. That time comes to an end with this post. Originally, I was going to write a long drawn-out post detailing why I haven’t posted in six months, but decided against it because I felt that it would be counterproductive. Instead of ranting and raving, I would rather simply get on with things. There’s much more energy in that than in some long-winded diatribe. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a time and a place for bitching and moaning and it is something that must happen sometimes, but this isn’t the time or place for that. I figure that there are better things that I can do with my time and energy – making art is at the top of the list.
The drawing that adorns this post is something that I did in the past six months. I really enjoy drawing in pencil, but I hardly ever do it. Most people usually think of a sketch when pencil drawing is mentioned. My drawings are not sketches, but rather finished pieces of work. A sketch can take a few seconds or minutes to execute but a finished pencil drawing, such as my portrait of Virginia Wolfe, takes days to complete. Sketches are fine and they serve their purpose, but it’s not what I’m going for here. I want to do more pieces in pencil and plan on finishing more in the near future. I’ll put them up here as I finish them. My apologies for taking so long to post something here; I will do my best to see that it doesn’t happen again.
Truth be told, there are some things that I’d like to get off my chest; my personal vision of my own work is going through some changes and I definitely feel that I need to document that in both words and pictures. I’m sure that the changes that I’m talking about will become plainly obvious in the weeks and months to come. My work is going through changes and so am I. It’s an important time for me right now; there’s a lot things that that are taking shape even as I type these words. They’re things that I’ve put out into the universe willfully and intentionally. Things take time to happen – one must be patient. I happen to be a very patient person. These things are things that I’ve envisioned for years. They will happen. They will happen because they are meant to happen. I’m of the belief that you can make things happen because you believe in them with every fiber of your being. It’s pure energy that you put out into the universe that cannot be ignored. It eventually makes its way back to you. I’ve seen it happen in the past and I don’t doubt for a minute that this will be the case again.