The September 30-Day Creative Gathering was a hit! Participation was down, but many artists who could not take part daily still contributed to the conversations and camaraderie.
Fourteen to Twenty pieces were posted each day in the daily albums. And roughly 586 pieces of art were created in the group this month. WOW!
Congratulations to all of you! You persevered through Hurricane Laura, California wildfires, health issues, COVID and all of the demands of life in this unusual year. Whether you created on a few days, or all 30, congratulations!
For a tough month, I think I did OK. It was a struggle for me. I created 16 really, really bad pieces of art. Haha. Many days I worked on two or three at a time. To increase the odds of having something decent to share. Haha. And yet, almost half of the art I posted is on my favorites list. How ’bout that?! Some of these will be posted for sale in my Society6 shop soon.
Thanks so much for following along! Your encouragement keeps me going! You are a blessing!
I will be sharing art from the AMAZING artists in the group this weekend. See you then!
The clouds were playing tricks just after a brief rain. Glorious rain! The front range looked black, snuggled up against Mingus. And the clouds, they were in on the fun. I saw a face clear as the eyes on my head. It was there. Two eyes, a nose, and a hint of a mouth. Now I can only see the eye. Do you see it?
When we feel stuck, look at the sky. The clouds remind us that everything changes. Unknown
A perfectly ordinary watercolor sketch. There are some surprising things going on in the sky. Interesting enough to make this redeemable. I would feel comfortable sending this as a postcard. Haha.
Today I started three small canvas pieces, and 3 small watercolors. N-o-t-h-i-n-g is working. I’ve been tired all day. Unable to focus. Easily distracted. Not giving up though. Dang it. I started this at 10 pm. Better late than never ‘ey. Haha.
The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body. Jean Baudrillard
Deserts are full of sand and winds are full of air, both are full of something but both look quite empty and when they get to pair it’s easy to see they are almighty. Alain Bremond-Torrent, Running is flying intermittently