ICAD 35; no prompt. Newspaper clippings, junk mail, and washi tape.
The “memory lane” part is a little overpowering, the more I look at it. But it’s something.
It’s 12:20 a.m. as I post this, and people at least a block away are still setting off fireworks. That’s 12:20 a.m. on Tuesday, July 6. Their trip down memory lane hasn’t stopped.
“Jake Cronenworth, Yu Darvish and Mark Melancon on Sunday were selected to the NL’s All-Star roster, joining [Fernando Tatis JR.] — voted last week to start the game — as the Padres will send their largest contingent of players to the Midsummer Classic since 1998.
“That was the last time a star-studded Padres team advanced to the World Series.”
A sizable uptick in the amount of neighbors’ rogue firecracker activity is close to ruining my appreciation for fireworks.
ICAD 34b: Acrylic paint; printer paper; stencils; Sharpie.
This was part of the refrain during the psalm at Mass this morning. It’s been stuck in my head ever since.
ICAD 34; no prompt. Acrylic paint background, Pilot G2 bold pen on legal pad paper glued on index card inchies.
Large, idly created neurographic doodle glued onto two index cards, then cut into 1-inch squares and then glued haphazardly on an index card with an acrylic paint cleanup card my sister made a year ago.
ICAD 33; no prompt. Pilot G2 bold pen.
More neurographic doodling. I went with red because I was in a foul mood, and somehow red represents rage and annoyance to me.
The long holiday weekend couldn’t come at a better time for me, I think.
ICAD 32; no prompt. Old Sunday newspaper scraps and glue.
More random collage.
Actually going to bed before midnight for the first time in almost a week. Grateful for it. And grateful for the holiday weekend respite from work.
ICAD 31/61; no prompt. Newspaper clippings and glue.
There is something oddly soothing about a quick and dirty collage with old Sunday papers.
ICAD 30/61; no prompt. Pilot G2 bold pen, glitter pen, shimmer-type marker.
Another early posting, and another neurographic doodle; experimenting with a new marker that draws a silver line with color outline. And yes, I bought the new marker after seeing countless Instagram ads for such “Doodle Dazzle” pens.
ICAD 29/61; no prompt. Pilot G2 bold pen, glitter pens, metallic bronze Sharpie.
Posting this a day early. Colored in a blind contour drawing of the sunflowers on our kitchen table.
Looks like I’m recovering well from the California carb binge. Weighed in at 235.8 pounds, or 3.2 pounds down from last week – and 1 pound down from my weight just before we left. This makes for a 47.2-pound loss since January.
We’ll see how long it lasts as I begin another rough work week.
Meanwhile, I removed two rings on my right hand because they kept slipping off. And I really need to get some new pants and even skirts because the old ones keep slipping. I guess this is a good problem to have, but it’s annoying nonetheless.
ICAD 28/61; no prompt. Pilot G2 bold pen; metallic paint Sharpie.
I’ve cranked out a small stockpile of neurographic doodles over the past few days; this stuff is addictive.
ICAD 27/61; no prompt. Acrylic paint-splotched background, blackout newspaper text, magazine clip.
Tiptoeing into a bit more collage using the piles of magazines and newspapers I’ve stockpiled for months.
ICAD 26/61; no prompt. Acrylic paint splotch background, magazine/newspaper scraps.
Summer is for reading.
Queasy and crampy today. Haven’t felt like this in months. Given the past week at work, it’s clearly stress-related. It’s gonna be rainy all day, so I’m inclined to spend this Saturday hunkered down while creating art, watching baseball, and maybe catching up on snail mail.
I’ve already made one planned tweak to the home office (elevated the monitor shelf), and I need to organize the office a bit more before starting my work week early late tomorrow night.
Grateful for Friday. Rough work week. Cramping up a bit.
My work week begins again Sunday night. Too much to edit. But in the meantime, I intend to relax and work on my art.
ICAD 26/61; no prompt. Sharpie, Pilot G2 bold.
More fun with neurographic doodling. I have several cards of just neurographic blobs that I may or may not fill in or color.
ICAD 24/61; no prompt. Black and silver metallic Sharpies; cheap glitter pen.
My very first attempt at neurographic art. One of the nice things about this ICAD business is that I’m discovering all kinds of cool approaches.
I look forward to doing more with this method. And in a related development, I am also now completely strung out on Sharpie fumes.
I’m beginning to see how people work themselves, quite literally, to death.
ICAD 23/61; no prompt. Craft acrylic paints, metallic Sharpie, collage from Sunday New York Times.
The Wacom drawing tablet I ordered for F arrived a day earlier than expected. So, she’ll be able to use it for most of her weeklong Zoom class on video game character creation. Now that she creates most of her art digitally, I’m excited to see what she does with this new tool.
As I expected, I gained back a little weight after 5 days of setting aside the carb limits while in California. Now up to 239 pounds, or 2.2 pounds over the last time I weighed myself.
I still kept up the discipline of logging my food, even if I ended up at more than 100 grams some days over my daily 100-gram carb limit.
Back on the wagon the past few days (though I’ve lapsed into my recent tendency to forget to eat during work hours). Also need to jumpstart my activity levels.
Reminding myself that I’m still 44 pounds down from where I started in January. Onward.
ICAD 22/61; no prompt. Pilot G2 bold pen.
Up late with work. Decided to wind down with an attempt at blind contour drawing, basing it on the striking face of an artist profiled in the Sunday New York Times.
Stayed up a while to put together some collaged backgrounds for ICAD pieces and watch the early part of Sunday’s Padres game.
Got to hear tornado sirens go off from far west of here, as well as thunder loud enough to remind semi-deaf old Winslow that he dislikes thunderstorms. (He remains wedged against my ankles under the desk.) Fortunately, any funnel clouds out there managed to skirt our area.
It’s 12:30 a.m. Off to bed.