Rainy Spells

We've all been there. Old sketches and doodles that end up being our canvas for experiments, especially on rainy days (I mean metaphoric rain here, of course). 

I picked up a pencil after the longest time. Or rather, I stayed with the pencil this time instead of being distracted by every other alluring medium within my reach. And I got a lot of things wrong, which is a lesson in itself: you can't abandon the basics. It shows when you've stopped practising your lines. So as disappointing as it is to swallow the fact that I messed this one up, I'm grateful for the wake-up call. And hopeful that I'll stay faithful to dear Mr. Pencil.

Also in my dabbles, digital is a sea of mystery to me, and I'm only playing along its shores. I haven't even got my feet wet yet! I would say that time evades me, but it's honestly more like avoids. Every time I think I could sit and have a relaxing cup of coffee with him, I find he's already been and gone, and I'm left chasing after like a cartoon being, my life strewn about in my wake. Needless to say, progress with anything new is tremendously slow at the moment. But I'm trying. And these are some minuscule strokes - nay, not even whole strokes, but tiny specks of graphite! - in a picture far from its completion. But they keep one sane in the rain :)

Yes, I can be sweet. I'm not always dark and dreary, you know.

But I do love things lighting up the dark :)

The Night Wanderer (I used to be her)

The confused rose

And then sometimes there aren't enough words to word it all. 

Like spinning and spinning in foliage I used to love, but lately it's been rather thorny and too thick to let the light in.

It's a good place to learn your way from though. Can't argue with that.

Until next time.

:)

hello again: websites!

I began this blog 4 years ago with no clear vision except that I wanted to create. What exactly these creations would be, I didn't know. In a sense, I still don't know.

But I have found that when the pen hasn't been dipped into the inkwell for a while, it gets harder to find that descriptive voice and the colours with which to paint the picture in my mind. The rust settles thickly on any kind of clarity, and there is an obstruction to the flow: I grope for a way to word what I want to say.

Ink can dry from being unwritten - so I guess this is a kind of "filling up" of that inkwell. Thank you for taking the time to read, and watch this space for all the catching up to do! :)

On another note, I've finally gotten around to creating a simple website(s!).

I've been a stickler for Webs.com. The old-time simplicity of it is perfect to deliver just-enough and no more, and that's the way I like it. But the way the back-end of the site has been behaving with uploads lately, it got me a little paranoid.

So I signed up with Wix, too, as a safety net :P (overkill!)

www.elvaida.webs.com

www.elvaida.wixsite.com/artwork

Now to tackle maintaining all these sites and blogs :/