Doodling Practice

Been awhile since I’ve blogged. A LONG while. But I’m doing this again. I’ve started a “doodling practice” to get me back in gear for massive writing/illustrating this year. It’s been good. It goes on my list of to-do’s every day, and most days I do it.

It started because I bought a lamp. That sounds really stupid, but it is true, at least in part. I’ve been thinking about getting down and dirty with illustrations–in other words, just a blank piece of paper and a felt-tip pen–for some time. No pencil. No software to back me up. Just my Sharpie and me. But I didn’t do it because…because…because. There were lots of “becauses”, because I’m a human and “because” sometimes becomes a way of life. However, I went to Target after Christmas this year–no, not before. I do all my shopping online before. AFTER is when I go and pick up some deals for myself, when the pressure is off. And I saw a lamp.

This lamp sits on the floor, but it’s five and a half feet or so tall, and it curves over my couch, so when I nest down for television or whatever, It provides this soft illumination over me. And the shade is round, but it’s totally blocked in–no visible bulb at all, it is just this round, squatty cylinder of glowing light hanging above me. And you know what I thought when I bought it? I can really DRAW underneath that thing. And it turns out, I can!

So, let me back up to BEFORE Christmas. WAY before Christmas. I’m a photographer, portrait work, families, babies, seniors, the whole deal. I have a Studio, but I do a lot of stuff outside. And my location being Iowa, our BEST, MOST POPULAR season is fall. I shoot all year around, don’t get me wrong. Weddings, Studio stuff, families here and there, seniors, but things really get thick during the second half of the year, and I find myself really swamped from mid-August through December 20th. That’s just my life. No weekends off, very few DAYS off. A seemingly unending stream of people ready for their closeups. Not bitching here. Bills get paid, Christmas gets purchased, I make people happy.

I started to illustrate a project, “Black Cat”, back in July, hoping to get it published before Halloween. Well, fat chance of that. I’m over halfway done with illustrations, but I still have more to do. I simply had to put it aside to do the paying work of looking through my lens. Fair enough.

And I want to get back to it. I hope to over this coming weekend, with this ice storm building up for the Midwest. It WILL be published before Halloween this year. But I felt like I needed to do some RAW work, work that didin’t involve Corel Painter, or scanners, or any of the modern tools of the trade.. Then I saw that LAMP. And I thought of my sketchpads and my pens and I thought, hey, I can do THAT.

So I started to draw. With NO PLAN whatsoever. See, when illustrating, I have a plan. It’s called THE BOOK, and I have to visually solve the problems of THE BOOK. This is just paper and a pen, no pencil because NO ERASING ALLOWED. I have to draw, and if I screw it up, I have to incorporate it into the doodle.

I must fill the page. With SOMETHING. I use either a 6×9 sketchbook or a 9×12, but no larger.

I must finish it within 24 hours, or it IS finished. Boom, it’s over, the ball drops, and onto new things.

So, this is it so far. These are my pieces. I love some of them, and think some of them are cute, and I hate PARTS of all of them, but they are here, and I brought them out with no preconceptions. Some of them are sketches for books and projects I have in the works.  Some of them are random dust bunnies of the mind.  Some of them are just fricken’ weird. But that’s ok.  They are rough and real and not slick. I like that.

And they are making me think.  I’m getting more story ideas.  When I get deeply into shooting with very few breaks and little downtime, I get TOO focused.  Hyperfocus is great for the project at hand, and crappy for big, broad ideas.  But this kind of doodling is making me get those wonderful, mind-blowing big ideas that have me constructing worlds in my head again.  I’m learning  Thank the gods.

And thank you to my lamp.  And my nest on the couch.  This doodling thing is a necessary practice, I think.  Therapeutic.

I’ll post more as I go along.  Do it yourself, post them in the comments. No-holds-barred doodling.  No mistakes.  Just marks on the paper.

Printable Inclement


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This one is going to be a VISUAL post, for the most part. For years I’ve lamented over the fact that I can “see” a place that I can’t share directly with people.  I write my books, yes, and I show and tell about Inclement, but there is so much about it that is quaint, beautiful, and mysterious, and frankly, books take months if not years to come to fruition.  However, I think this idea of paper toys that show Inclement in a tactile, interactive manner might just bridge the gap for me.  

I’ve managed to illustrate Inclement and some of its characters in jpeg files below the photos shown here (scroll down), ready for downloading and printing. Right-click on each sheet and download  and save it.  Share them with others.  Share them with teachers, with parents, with kids.  Simple black and white line drawings are perfect for coloring, easy to handle and a great toy for imaginary play. Cut them out, fold them so they stand up, and recreate stories from Inclement or make up new stories. Use some blank card stock and create more characters, places and things of your own to further your stories. This first set of printables will be joined by other Inclement paper creations to help children and adults exercise their imaginations and spur their creativity. Zack, Walt, and Flash are here as well as that crazy cat Soda Pop, but they will soon be joined by Paxton, Carp, Grampa, Sylvia McBye and other locals.  There will be Lake Inclement, the beach, the Boardwalk, Poe’s Pizza, the Cumulus Theatre, the Rocket Roller Rink, and other places I haven’t yet introduced.   More characters, locations, and general FUN STUFF will be coming.  As always, free for educators, for parents, for kids of all ages. Please print out on heavy cardstock for best results. Paper toys are perfect for little hands–if they get beaten up, make another! Paper toys rock!
14july_1004 14july_1008 14july_1016 14july_1032 14july_1034 14july_1035 14july_1038zackwaltflashpagebugpagehouse1house2 house3 house4 houses5Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.  You may learn more about her books at www.inclementiowa.com !

Soda Pop Wreath–31 Days of Halloween!

31 daysSoda Pop is the star of my book, I Hate Halloween, as well as Soda’s Christmas, and will soon have a book out called Soda’s Valentine!  He is an awesomely creepy black cat that lives with me, and I decided to create some sort of “wreath-like-thing” to hang on my front door.  I didn’t have a wreath form, and I knew I wouldn’t hang it outside.  BUT, I also knew I wanted to just use Soda’s image all over in a crazy, strange Halloween manner, and I came up with a sort of Soda Pop Rosette.

I used these printables–please feel free to download and print.  I printed on photo paper,  but you could use card stock as well.  You will also note from the photos shown that I had enormous print-outs–I have a large format printer.  But the printables posted here are scaled to 8.5×11 sheets for ease of printing at home for most folks.  Make sure you use a heavier paper like photo paper or card stock.  Anything else would be too flimsy, I think.

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I cut out all the Sodas, then played around with them, trying to figure out my layout.  After that, I used a hot glue gun to apply adhesive, though, depending upon your paper choice, you could use craft glue or school glue or even double-sided tape.

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I used these printables–please feel free to download and print.  I printed on photo paper,  but you could use card stock as well.  You will also note from the

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I lost count of how many I used, but I interspersed big Soda’s with little Soda’s and in between Soda’s.  I imagine that with someone who has more time than I do, there could be A LOT of different decor ideas you could accomplish with this very weird black cat photo.

Everyone who sees this is alternately delighted and horrified—especially the NON-cat people who come over.  I’m working on other ideas for these little cut outs, but, in the meantime, here is the finished Halloween decor!

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There is just something about all those green eyes staring at you….

Have fun with this one, and get to creating!

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.  You may purchase her book “I Hate Halloween” here!

Sick Is Good

Spent the past 2 days sick-sick-sick…what did I learn? That I smell when I’m sick, and I must go shower today. That an extremely sore throat and losing my voice is really an awesome thing, because when I AM QUIET, THE REST OF THE HOUSE QUIETS DOWN. Apparently, I possess and exude a crazy sort of energy that brings the energy level of the whole house up, and when I am forced to whisper, or not even talk at all, everyone else is quieter. I like that. It’s like a weird Jedi trick. So, I need to talk less, and whisper when I DO talk. MAGIC.

When I am sick (and quiet), more ideas come to me. I got an idea of Free Skyping with schools….I think I may do that. Just reach out to schools and see if they want to Skype with me–we can talk about books, or art, or whatever. I mean, I can’t do it every day, all day, but maybe I could set it up once or twice a month, like a Skype day. Skype with each school for half an hour or so. See how many kids I can talk with.

I also had incredibly vivid dreams while I was feverish. I dreamed of fold-up school buses–just a weird, origami school bus thing that pops out and starts up and chugs around town. How enormously cool is that? Is there a book there? A song? How about a piece of art? Or, how about a mental image that makes me smile and that is it? Not everything is a cool book or a piece of art…and thank you, Universe, for THAT. I also dreamed the dog ate my bra, which doesn’t really correspond to anything except randomness and canine abdominal surgery.

I had a thought of doing art out in my yard this summer. Just set a time every day, go out under the trees, and do art–a big pastel piece. Or maybe a little mosaic piece. Or origami school buses, or whatever. Maybe people would hear about it and come see it. Maybe they would join me. Or maybe they wouldn’t. It might just be me out under the trees. But, in either case, it would be very very freeing and fun. Maybe I would leave the art piece out in the yard for whoever wants to take it. And if no one wanted it, maybe critters would shred it for their own nesting materials. I like that. My art turned into something that another living being SLEEPS in.

Today, I am sipping hot tea, and having a shower. I have a few “must-do’s” today, photography for customers, and an Inclement project that must be worked on. I will sleep some more, and when my voice comes back, I will be more judicious when I use it. Right now, out-loud just seems too…loud.

This random picture courtesy of my random brain during my random illness. I just like it. And it is quiet.

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Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

 

A Night At The Theatre

I went to The Theatre last night. Not a movie theater. Theatre. You know, people on-stage, throwing lines to one another, taking creative chances in front of a live audience. And no, it wasn’t Broadway. It wasn’t The Lion King at Omaha’s Orpheum Theater (the nearest place you can see “Broadway” caliber shows). It was in my little town of Sidney, Iowa. It wasn’t high-brow entertainment. It was a high school production of that classic tale of teenage angst during the mythical 1950’s–GREASE.

Presumably, you know the story. I hope so, because actually, the story is the WORST part of GREASE, either the stage production or the movie. The BEST part is the energy that play has. It’s fast paced, fun, catchy, colorful, humorous–a romantic slice of time that probably never really existed quite like that. And it is something that teenagers can play with some authenticity, simply because the characters are teens themselves. It isn’t Shakespeare, it isn’t Oedipus Rex (Thank God!), but it is entertainment. And for the kids performing this play last night, and tonight as well, it is art.

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I have nothing but praise for the cast and crew. Not that there weren’t imperfections–this is high school, after all, and Sidney is not known for its emphasis on Fine Arts but rather for hard-hitting football, squeaking sneakers on the basketball court, and, of course, RODEO (but perhaps that is changing just a bit).  We are the Sidney Cowboys, after all.  We are a typical small town.  Sport in one form or another drives the town spirit and the newspaper articles.  Because of that, it is no surprise that the stage is located in an old high school gym with dreadful acoustics.  Consequently, the actors have to wear microphone headsets throughout. We do not have a Drama department as such in our high school–no money, you know, the same tired story of public education in most small towns.  The director of our theatrical productions, Mrs. Nicole Zavadil, is also the band director AND the choir director for both the high school and middle school students. She is one of the best teachers I have ever met, and she has little help with the frighteningly huge workload beneath which she labors. She provides something to these children in our town–a basic appreciation of performing arts–that has been sorely missing for several years.

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I am not a theater “person”.  I didn’t major in theater in college, nor did I do a single production after high school.  I did have amazing experiences during my high school years under  a Drama instructor by the name of Ken Balster, who, magically, is still doing his thing in Clarinda, Iowa, just 36 miles away.  I had the unbelievable privilege of going to school in a community that was a little larger and richer than Sidney, and had a true proscenium theater facility.  We had more money in our Theater Department.  We did two productions a year, plus had acting classes, set design and construction classes–all sorts of wonderful tidbits in the curriculum.  I was very lucky to have that background.  But, that was as far as it went.  I did no more in theater for the rest of my life, and I put that part of my background away, forever, it seemed.  Forever, until I had children.  And then, all that came rushing back into my mind.

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I remembered the teamwork, the collaboration, the trust that you have to have with the other actors, with the director, with the audience, in order to produce a play worth seeing.  I remember the culture of acting as an art form, of singing and playing instruments as art forms.  I remembered the friendships and the camraderie that results from getting up in front of an audience and performing something for them the best way you knew how, of throwing and catching lines and cues with fellow actors, of the laughter together, and the fear of screwing up, and the hope that you wouldn’t.  I remember how bad it was when people had an “off” day, and how like poetry it was when everything was clicking on the stage.  I remember how democratic acting in a play is–you don’t need to have extraordinary physical prowess to act a part (in most cases).  You can be an “average” person, and still participate. You simply have to show up and dedicate yourself to a practice.  You don’t need to be able to throw a ball, or run really fast, or wrestle someone to a pin.  In fact, you have to let go of all you know about yourself and become someone else.  And to do that with a group of other actors–well, THAT is the point of theater.  It is the ultimate team.  You become one of many colors on a canvas, mixing together to create something wonderful.  It is ART.

I wanted that experience for my children.

And last night, at the Sidney High School’s production of GREASE, I saw that.

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Regardless of gymnasium stage, of limited budget, of a small school that doesn’t have the cash flow for a lot of artistic endeavors, I saw these kids had it.  They were experiencing it together, transcending reality for just a bit.  Those young women and young men were “getting it”.  They were having a shared experience, and had entered into that sacred contract between actors and audience.  They fed us the performance, and we fed them our attention and applause.  It happened.  Hopefully tonight (and the second night is always tougher), it will happen again–that flow of energy between actor and audience.

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So, I want to thank Mr. Balster, for allowing me that wonderful, privileged experience during my high school years.  Even though I never pursued it, it enriched me in untold ways.

And I want to thank Mrs. Zavadil, for bringing this experience to my children.  She has changed the fortunes of our choir and band programs here in Sidney in dramatic, beautiful ways.  And she has taken on the role of director of our plays and musicals, providing an experience in performance-based art that our kids simply would not have were it not for her.  She can never be compensated for what she is doing in our town.

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Last night, after the play, I was able to walk down the hallway and see each of the actors.  There they stood, flushed faces, hearts beating young and wild with the memory of the past 2 hours.  I remembered my own moments, after a performance, when the audience would file by and clasp my hand, telling me “Good Job”–part of the ritual bond between actor and audience.  I remembered how much that meant to me, that appreciation.  And so, I got to be on the other end. Life is a wheel, isn’t it?   I passed through them, these children of Sidney, and clasped their hands and looked into their eyes, and gave them the only gift I had–praise.  It was profound.

Good Job.

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Photographs graciously provided by Sidney Photographer Scott Lowthorp (c) 2013.  You may find more of his excellent photography at http://www.viewbug.com/slowthorp.

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

Art Games and Pi

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I watched a movie last night–Life of Pi.  We meant to watch it on National Pi Day, but we got busy eating apple and chocolate pie that one of my kids made.  It was an awesome movie, thought provoking, in many ways profound, and not the least of it is due to the amazing CGI effects. I regret to say I haven’t read the book, but the story in the movie was beautiful and moving.  Sometimes reading the book before you see a movie makes you not like the movie as much.  I will read the book now, and hopefully see even more dimensions to the story.  It made me feel inspired, ready to write, ready to paint, ready to exhale creative things.  It also made me feel small and humbled by its grandness.  I understand thousands of folks worked on it, and made it what it is.  But it still makes me a little bit sad to see that I may never create a masterpiece like that–something with all-encompassing beauty, and meaning, and thoughtfulness, something that inspires someone else.  Something that large and perfect.  And that is true for ALL of us, no matter our skill level.  We are all always afraid that we will not be good enough, that our aspirations will always outpace our skills.  I can SEE it in my head (in the case of art and writing and theater), or I can hear it in my head (writing, music, theater), but when I am done, it is a big let-down.  It just doesn’t live up to what I had THOUGHT it would be like.

And that is actually NOT the point of creative pursuits at all.  The point is to enjoy and grow.  Now, don’t get me wrong–I’m sure all those visual artists enjoyed and grew during the process of creating that movie.  But when working at home for yourself, or working with children, the intent is different.  Millions of dollars in revenue is not at stake.  Rather, you are trying to grow as an artist, or to encourage young people to do the same.  Someday, if you are good enough, WHEN you are good enough, THEN you graduate to the level of millions of dollars in revenue.  Until then, it is process.

So, while I was watching this movie, and thinking about how beautiful it was, and how much I want to DO that and my work may realistically NEVER be THAT good, I thought about my kids–and all kids out there, really. (And MOST adults, for that matter!)  They look at my work and feel just as awed, and sometimes, just as depressed that they aren’t THERE yet.  With children–say, ages 3-6 or even up to 8, kids usually aren’t that self-critical.  But then, something begins to transform in the synapses of their brains–they begin to SEE differently.  They begin to see the way they draw, and the way the REAL WORLD looks, and they see that those two things are drastically different.  And then, kids get frustrated.  If something doesn’t happen to nurse them through this period of feeling inadequate about their art, they will quit creating it.  It’s that simple.

Today, my daughter Sailor, who is 8, began saying she was bored.  I listened to it a bit, then suggested she do a drawing of me.  She drew me the other day, and did quite a good job.

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I told her to draw what she saw, and she did.  I praised her efforts extensively, and I assumed that assigning her to draw me was now a “go-to” move whenever she was bored.  It would benefit her to have the practice, and it would benefit ME to have her occupied and not whining about being bored.  So, she sat down with a pencil and paper, positioned me (I was writing the first paragraphs of THIS blog on my laptop), made me take off my glasses because “glasses are hard to draw”, and went to work.  And after 3 minutes or so, she said she hated what she had drawn.  I told her to throw it away and start again.  Nothing’s wrong with that.  I’ve thrown away more drawings and art than I could possibly count.  She said she had “done too much work to just throw it away” and whined about how she was getting bored with it again.

I realized I needed to take a different tack, and she needed some attention.  So, spur of the moment, I suggested we draw together.

THAT was a hit.  First of all, it is attention, and all kids love that.  Second, it is drawing together, and she loves to draw most of the time.  So, we created a “game” that I’m going to try with her at bedtime a few times a week: instead of reading, (which is incredibly valuable), we will try drawing at bedtime, together (equally valuable).  And, to take the pressure off trying to make things look REAL, which she is getting picky about, I decided we would draw something totally made-up.  MONSTERS.  And here are the rules of our game.

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MONSTER DRAWING

1. Both parent and child MUST draw.

2. Both parent and child must use the same media–we chose cheap copy paper and Ticonderoga pencils.

3. The child “designs” the monster–for instance, Sailor decided that our monsters would have 4 eyes.  Then, she said they had two arms with three-fingered claws at the end.  Big teeth were on her list, and ONE foot.  The next go, she said one eye, no arms, batwings for ears, closed mouth with exposed teeth and 3 legs.

4. Don’t peek!  Sailor thought it was important to give the drawing parameters (#3) and then not share our drawings WHILE we created.  Our goal was to surprise each other with our drawings at the end.

5. Keep it short and simple.  I probably went overboard on mine, but we didn’t spend more than 5 minutes on each monster.  Setting a timer might be a good idea if either of you tends to labor over things unnecessarily.

6. When you are both done, trade pictures, and praise the child.  The child might possibly praise YOU as well–say thank you!

7. Tell each other about your monsters!  Name them.  Tell about what the monster eats, and where it lives and what its name is–Sailor named one of her monsters Reggie.  Sign your drawings as well, and it is helpful to put the date on them.

8. Do it again!

9. Keep the drawings in a file.  As you and your child practice more, compare your results to those a year or two ago.  It will be very gratifying to see how far you both progress–and you WILL progress if you do it often.

10. All rules are flexible.  Change them if it suits you!  Instead of monsters, design monster TRUCKS, or rockets, or planets, or food, or whatever.  As in all creative pursuits, NOTHING is written in stone, even these rules.

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So, I think I will work on this practice with my children more and more.  I will try it with my older children later this week during homeschool.  I am also going to create a GAME based upon this–for folks who find this a little too “freeform”.  Let me work on that.

In the meantime, don’t be afraid to draw with your child.  Your child certainly won’t judge you for your efforts, any more than you will judge them.  It is process, remember?  You are planting the seeds of art in their brains and in their hearts, which could grow into something marvelous.  Look at Life of Pi–the folks who created that started somewhere!

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

 

Facebook Is Crazy…But Then Again, So Am I

So, I Facebook.  Many people do.  But there are many people who don’t.  They think Facebook—that putting your entire life online for the edification of others—is a completely crazy thing to do.  Maybe it is.  I don’t know.  But many other people (and some of the SAME people who think Facebook is crazy) also think that the act of creativity is crazy.  And sometimes, it is.  Sometimes I’m up all night with ideas that are positively foaming over in my brain faster than I can write them down.  Sometimes I’m incredibly depressed that there ARE no ideas.  Sometimes I ask my husband to bring strange things home from work, like clothes that will fit my cat.

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And he actually BUYS these things. Now THAT’S crazy.

 

Sometimes I get so involved in whatever I’m creating that I make messes in the house, drink juice straight from the carton, forget to eat and sleep, and have to be told that it’s time to shower.  And that’s just WHILE I’m creating.  After I finish whatever project it is, I have to “get it out there”, which involves being open to criticism, and praise, or, worse than either one, just being ignored and disregarded.  Being successful at creative pursuits means you have to share it, and wait for the response, which makes you scared and happy and proud and depressed and all sorts of things that, depending upon their intensity, make you crazy.  Plus, a lot of people think that allowing yourself to be that vulnerable, well, that’s crazy too.  So, I’m crazy, Facebook is crazy…it all works for me.

And the reason I’m “on” about this today, is that I’m beginning a small “thing” on Facebook.  I already use it for promoting my blog, and my photography business.  I use it for a few personal, family things as well.  But it is mostly for business.  However, I’ve decided that that stupid “status update bar” needs to be filled with something more than what I had for supper, or how my husband’s toenail fungus is really disgusting (it is).  I’m putting some actual WRITING in there.  Not necessarily every day.  And not about ANYTHING specifically.  Just about some experience I had, or idea or concept that became clear to me.  See, I can be notoriously thick.  In fact, I feel that much of my days are spent saying “Wha?” as I walk around in my own little mental world.  But suddenly, and with no warning, my brain light bulb will activate, all 15 watts or so, and I will “get” something.  Or I will experience something with new eyes.  So, I’m trying to record those fleeting moments because I think, somehow, that is where the true gold of my creative life really lies, and I record them, at least in part, on Facebook.

So, here is this morning’s post.

I took the dog out into a cold, gray morning, bare branches above and dull ground underfoot. We go to the same corner of the yard each time, and while she does her business, I always survey the parts of the property that I can see. (Not that we have an estate or anything–we have a modest home on a modest lot, no biggie.) For some reason, as I was looking at two evergreen trees in the backyard, I spied a small “sparkle” through the branches, just for a moment, but bright. I’m sure it was caused by a streetlight shining through the boughs from a block over or something, but it didn’t really matter, because, instantly, I was transported. It was, for a brief but interminable moment, as if I was in the yard during a full-on June evening, with the warm sun just gone under the western horizon, the grass thick under my feet, and the air alive with bugs everywhere. The whole world positively seethed with life, and the sparkle through the tree branches that I had spied back in March was just one of about a million other sparkles from lightning bugs doing their mating dance in the muggy Iowa night. I stood there, in the summer-that-wasn’t and breathed in all the life that was-soon-to-be, and it was wonderful.

 I love all seasons. I can find beauty in every single time, something to appreciate, something to enjoy, and it is one of my few really great qualities in my large collection of rather human ones. Winter makes me feel like I’m resting, giving my brain a break from all the riotous color and activity of the other seasons. For me, it is a necessary balance. But, I’m ready now, for flowers peeping and mown grass and lightening bugs calling busily through the purples of summer evenings.

 Then, the dog gave a tug on her leash, and I was rushed back to Iowa, March 2013. The clouds hung low and unremarkable. We headed back inside.

Now, this isn’t Salinger or Hemmingway or Stephen King (I WISH it was Stephen King!), but it is me, and it is completely what happened to me this morning when the dog was doing her “thang” on my hard-as-winter-bones yard.

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The dog.

Not terrible.  And it felt good to write.  So, there it is.

I’m under no illusions that I will elevate Facebook, or get rid of the Harlem Shake memes, or the sometimes awful political bickering that goes on there.  I’m just going to reach out to people with me, and who I am.  That’s it.  And really, that is ALL art.

Facebook is a great place to get your work in front of people.  It is maybe NOT a great way to actually gauge how good your work is (depending upon who reads it), but it is super for just “getting it out there”.  So, whether you are an adult or a kid or a kid-like adult, just put it out there, and be human with others.  And if someone else puts a bit of themselves out there, read it, look at it, appreciate it, knowing it is maybe a very important part of that person.

Later, Gator.

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

Sketches of Soda–Doodling Works

So, today is a simple blog–an easy one.  It is a VISUAL blog, something I want to do more often, because, as they say, a picture really IS worth a thousand words.  So, here we go.

Do you all remember my post on doodling, and how important it is for learning and generating ideas and improving art skills?  You can read it here if you need a refresher.  Today I’m posting a big page of Soda Doodles.  I will use them sprinkled throughout my book Soda’s Valentine as space-fillers and such.   And they are a bit more “finished” than most doodles are.  I first sketched them all out quickly, and then darkened the lines that I liked and cleaned them up a bit with the eraser.  But you can still see “rough spots”, and I like that–it goes with my idea of having all my actual illustrations in the book be quick and gestural, instead of “perfect”.  So, here is the pencil drawing as I did it last night. The paper size is used is 14″x17″ and I drew with a bright yellow Ticonderoga #2 pencil (my Precious!).

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Oh, took me about 20 minutes to get these down.  And feel free to download and print this for your own use–copy what I have done, trace it, color it–do whatever.  You can learn a lot from someone else’s art, and it isn’t really copying in the end.  It is all about learning and developing brain connections to create your own art one day.  I learned much of my drawing skills during the ages of 10-14 by purchasing comic books and copying the drawings inside.  So copy away!

And here it is, in a reverse–meaning all black is white, and all white is black.  I will probably use this version, or something very similar, in my page design.

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Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

 

A Mish-Mash

Some days are a mish-mash of activities and projects.  Today is no exception.  First off, I have to tell you about my visit to Northeast Elementary School, which occurred day before yesterday.  We had a GREAT time!  The kids and parents listened to me read two books–Bug Summer-Raining Ladybugs, and Sylvia McBye Learns To Fly.

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Bug Summer–Raining Ladybugs

 

Yes, THIS was the "lucky" book...

Yes, THIS was the “lucky” book…

In between, I did a quick Flash illustration, which made everyone very happy.

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After all the packing and preparation, it was a worthwhile way to spend the evening.  And afterwards, the hubster and I got to go out for a sandwich together, which rarely happens.

I have also spent more time on Soda’s Valentine, getting pages ready so I can eventually publish!  Yay!  Here are a few more photos that are all tricked out and ready for page design.

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Then I spent some time on the photography portion of my business—I do run a photography studio called Images By Tracy Lovett, and I had to design a customer book of images that we did of her daughter–here are a couple of the pages from THAT project.

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And you may learn more about my photography studio by checking out my Facebook page here.

After THAT, I was back onto Inclement stuff.  My friends Jared and TJ–the founding members of the band BETWIXT that I work with quite a bit, are coming down this Sunday to work on a collaborative project with me.  We have taken Sylvia McBye Learns To Fly and turned it into a script for what will hopefully become an animated children’s television pilot.  My 11 year old son, one of his friends, and my 8 year old daughter are going to read the parts for us, and we will record their voices so we can produce a finished audio portion of the show for future animation.  I am hard at work doing storyboards of the script as well.  Eventually, we hope to meet with people at PBS, maybe Nickelodeon, or other children’s tv networks to see if they are interested in what we are doing.

I was supposed to have a photo session this afternoon in my Studio, but one of the little ones wasn’t feeling his best, so we have postponed that until Saturday.  And that gives me  a bit of time to write my blog today.  After I am done here, I’m going to return to photography stuff for a few hours, editing some customer photos, and printing an order or two for Senior Portraits.

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Oh, and I played a game of chess with my son–partial game.  Chess and I do not get along, and I always lose interest about half-way through.  I also need to stretch two canvas portraits for customers today.

So, that is what my plans are for the rest of the day.  My sons (who are homeschooled) have had an art day today, working on “macro” projects–they have to design a macroscopic world, either real or imaginary–and do a drawing of it.  One of them is working on rendering a corner of his room, up close, complete with a tiny city and buildings that, at least in his imagination, exist in that space.  The other one is doing an outdoor scene, where the stems of plants are enormous and there are critters of all sorts living and breathing and fighting and dying, all on a tiny scale.  I wish I had time for this project as well….it sounds so fun and full of possibilities.  But alas, I have a full plate already.

See, that’s the thing about creativity, and creative jobs.  Sometimes, they require laser-sharp focus, and many times, you are running hither and nigh, accomplishing many unrelated or semi-related tasks just to get through the day.  But, that’s my life.

So, back to it!

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

 

Come With Me To Inclement….And Pack A Bag!

Today, I’m taking Inclement on the road.  Not in a big way, but still, I’m going to be out there talking to kids about my town, reading a book to them, and doing a couple illustrations.

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This isn’t one of our Creative Collaborations that I do with BETWIXT–gosh, I REALLY have to do a blog post on those guys.

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No, this is just a simple half hour at a Family Fun Night at a school nearby.  But although I will be there just half-an-hour, it is an important night.  You see, not only is Inclement just about my favorite place in the world to spend my time, and a place that provides so many ideas I don’t have time to write about them, it is also business for me.  And an important rule in business is that you have to get the word out that you ARE in business.  You have to let people KNOW what you do.  In half an hour, over the course of maybe two books, I hope to say something or do something or read something that sticks in those parents’ and childrens’ and teachers’ minds.  Perhaps they will buy some books.  Perhaps they will hire BETWIXT and me to do a Creative Collaboration at the school.  Perhaps a Mom or a Dad somewhere will sit down and draw something with their child instead of telling them to go play video games.  Whatever happens, whatever the outcome of half an hour, it can’t be bad.

Half an hour is a very short time.  In the scheme of the universe, it is like a baby-biscuit nano-second.  But the process for preparing for that half an hour is huge.

Here is my list today:

1. Pack computer equipment.  When I read to large groups, I do so with a laptop and a digital projector.  Makes it MUCH easier for everyone to see the illustrations in the books.

2. Pack the cords for computer equipment.  This is a biggie.  If I forget the cords, what is the point of having the computer?

3. Pack my illustration supplies–easel, BIG PAPER (sheets of 3 feet x 4 feet), chalk pastels.

4. Trim 150 bookmarks to hand out.  I printed them yesterday, and today, I have to trim them.  I hate trimming.  Oh, and I have to pack these, so I don’t forget them.

5. Money.  I have to get change and pack the cash box.  People may want to purchase books.  Can’t forget this.

Wonder how it will work for MY fiscal crisis...

Wonder how it will work for MY fiscal crisis…

6.  BOOKS.  I can’t forget books.  This is probably the biggest pain as far as packing goes.  I have 7 book titles now, and I’m going to take some of each.  Which leads to 7 different boxes of books, and I never know how many to take of each, so I always bring more than I need….

7. I forgot this in the first part of the list–check to make sure all the book presentations WORK on my computer BEFORE I pack it up.  If the book doesn’t run on the computer, there is NO POINT in bringing the computer.

8. Babywipes.  No, I don’t have a baby.  But, they are very handy in cleaning my hands after I use chalk pastels for 10 minutes or so.

9. Water.  I always get thirsty.

10. Carry everything out to the truck.  This is where my 14 year old son comes in, AND his father, after he gets home from work.

11. Get ready myself.  See, I have to tell myself to do this, because I get out of the house so infrequently.  I planned my wardrobe last night, fortunately.

12.  Oh, another thing I forgot–my camera.  I have to pack the camera so I can get pictures of me doing what I do, so I can BLOG about it tomorrow to whomever might be reading this.

13.  Eat.  When I get busy like this, I forget to eat.  Then I get really hungry during my presentation, and sometimes I feel like I’m going to “lose my cookies”, and that isn’t fun when I’m reading to families.  So, I must eat before I leave.

Tastes just like chicken...

Tastes just like chicken…

I think that is it.  Lucky 13.  All of this, to get Inclement out there, in front of families, to hopefully enchant them a little bit, to make people see what I see when I visit that little place in Southwest Iowa, from which all magic and wonder flows–at least for me.

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So, tomorrow, I may have a tale to tell about my brief half hour.  Perhaps I’ll have a booking for a Creative Collaboration for next fall.  Perhaps I’ll have a new idea for a book.  I will definitely be working on Soda’s Valentine.  Finishing layout, so I can turn the file into a pdf and upload it!  Yay, getting closer.  But for today, my focus has to be on this half hour that occurs around suppertime tonight.  Think happy thoughts for me!  And pray I don’t forget anything.

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.