Studio art left us with thoughts meandering to the poem from John Milton,
‘How Soon Hath Time’.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stol’n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew’th … Shout out to Bailey G for being SWEET & to Winsor & Newton papers.*
We hope you love this little fellow as much as we do!
*no affiliation just love their products!
At its core, illustrations are the result of making an image; but, the wonderful swirling whimsy, which floats about that nucleus, is a multi layered striation of wonderment.
Fairy-tale abandonment, worlds without gravity, innocent human hearts and heaven’s creations romping within technicolor forests – pristine aqua blue oceans, home to serendipitous mermaids and all manner of sweetly surreal aquatic friends. Illustrations are tales told and read, with the eyes.
“Art is creating inside the viewport while thinking outside the box.” Muse
Tools for illustration include a variety of pencils (graphite and colored) – all waiting to kiss the parchment. Pens and markers. especially Copic utensils, are on call too. Original illustrations are sold at craft fairs, auction or online. Before they depart the studio, we always assure we have generated digital reproductions. Commissions for Poetic Pastries illustrations have overwhelmingly been for children’s books. A venue that promotes a happy heart!
Kaleidoscopic interpretations of events real and make believe; illustrations resound from the caves of primitive man, whisper to us from the pyramids, echo from ancient scrolls and chant the tunes of primitive native peoples across the land. What could never be understood upon first meeting, through the spoken word – was tasked to the art of illustration. And our team appreciates that!
This genesis artform brings to mind thoughts of hand drawings, sketches and penned creations. With the computer age, these basic foundations of art styles can be enhanced with color, sizing and higher dpi for printing. When this art is rendered with computer assistance; the term digital illustration is quoted. At Poetic Pastries Studio, artwork begins with sketches. Notebook upon notebook are stacked high with Muse’s visions. Ah, there will never be enough time or enough canvas! (keyword ‘illustration’ to find mores samples in the studio’s creative journal)
I was inspired by these sweet little pachyderms! – Vintage from the 1960s – The Etsy seller (VintageByJade) has this write up – “Vintage purple salt glazed ceramic elephant mom and 2 chained babies. Made in Japan by Arnart Creations.”
Aren’t they adorable? Then, out of the blue … I stumbled on this …
So what was a muse to do? Start drawing of course!
Still playing with the hues of the colors. My ‘Edward Elephant” shall be sporting a blue/gray and I really want a rich deep tone for the balloons. Illustration and sketching are always the beginning steps. Since this project will become part of Poetic Pastries wall decor or art print series – the final rendering of my design is going to take place with cgi. Some of you may have experienced the journey of my baby shower invitations and the baby elephant I created for my stationery portfolio; recall Poetic Pastries released her into clipart free common use. Stay tuned to see the finalization of little Eddie – I have ‘high’ hopes!
UPDATE
Ready for the REVEAL? Check out my digital prints shop – Penchant for Pachderms – I am pretty sure this design will have you ‘trumpeting’ accolades!
(*Note this post represents Studio work done earlier – as of this blogpost date – this design has been issued for licensure) Enjoy!
“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”
― Claude Monet
“Every artist was first an amateur.”
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“The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.”
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“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.”
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“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”
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At times, I have to do some errands for the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. It’s not that I like to do these errands, but I have learned this is one secret to getting along with her.
The errand she had for me was to go to the Mall and pick up something she had ordered. In my own way I tried to finagle out of that errand, but the more I finagled the more insistent she was. So, I decided to finagle no more.
As the pop song says, “I have a million reasons not to go, give me one reason to go.” I tried to play this on her and her response was, “Because I asked you to.”
You just cannot get any better than that. I know, because I have tried.
Since I do not go to the mall that often, I thought I would stop in at a coffee shop and have myself a cup of coffee and just chill out a little. Taking my coffee out in the main area of the mall, I sat in one of the lounge chairs and watched the people go by.
As a young person, my favorite author was Ernest Hemingway. In one of his books he says that the important thing for a writer is to, “listen, listen, listen.” I tried to practice that throughout my life so I thought here at the mall would be a good opportunity to do just that.
It was rather noisy, but I tried my best to listen. Some of the things I heard I wished I would not have heard, but that is the price you pay for listening.
In my situation, I could not hear much of a conversation, but the little that I did hear I tried to figure out what they were trying to say. I know I got some things wrong, but I laughed very discreetly at some things I heard.
Halfway through my coffee something struck me that I never thought of before.
So many young people and children were racing through the mall. I did not know there were that many children on planet Earth. They were running and laughing and whatever else they could think of.
I just sat back and watched. I tried to listen, but there was so much noise I really could not listen so I watched. Here these young people were having the time of their life. They were laughing and joking among themselves and just having a good time.
Occasionally I caught the joke and laughed to myself, but most of the jokes I did not understand. I guess that has to do with an age difference.
It was right after Halloween and so a lot of the gibberish in the mall had to do with the Halloween spirit. I thought several were dressed for Halloween, but realized that that is exactly what they wear every day.
I saw one young girl wearing blue jeans with so many holes that they really lack purpose. I was later to find out that you buy these blue jeans with all the holes in them. Moreover, the more holes they have, the more expensive they are.
When I was young I had blue jeans with lots of holes, but I earned every one of those holes.
My spirits were beginning to rise and I was enjoying my visit in the mall. Do not let that get out, I do not want anybody to know I was having a good time, particularly, you know who.
It seemed the more I watched, the more young people and children flooded the mall. And, the laughter rang from one end of the mall to the other with me in between.
As I was enjoying this little episode, a thought snuck into my mind. I must confess that it is a rare occasion when a thought actually comes to my mind. This time a thought did come to my mind.
What I wanted to know was, why were all of these kids happy? Why were they having so much fun?
Don’t they know how miserable the world is today? Don’t they know how sad and horrific things are on the outside? The hatred, the anger, the putrefaction of the world as we know it.
Quickly my smile turned upside down and I frowned.
It then came to me. These kids in the mall having a wonderful time were not all caught up with what is going on out in the world. Their world is a world of fun and excitement. It is only the “old geezers” that know about all of the terrible things going on in the world. The young only see the good.
In pondering this, I asked myself a very serious question. Why in the world did I grow up?
Why couldn’t I have stayed young and naïve and only focused on having a good time? If I had stayed young, I probably would not be so depressed by everything that is going on “out in the world.”
In pondering this, I thought of what David once said. “I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread” (Psalms 37:25).
I can appreciate what these young people see, but they really cannot appreciate what I have seen through the years. That is simply
, God always takes care of his people.
Guest Article; Rev. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship. He lives with his wife in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 1-866-552-2543 or e-mail jamessnyder2@att.net. His web site is www.jamessnyderministries.com
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