Sunday, December 29, 2013

Realizing Limitations


I love blogging!

            These past few months of launching Illustrator’s Way have been a lot of fun, and I’ve learned a lot. But one of the things I’m learning is that there are limits to how much a person can do.

            There are important projects I want to work on: the novel I’m supposed to publish in January, new ministry opportunities, the graphic novels I’d like to someday create…and the list goes on. Blogging is both a blessing and a burden for me as a creative person. It gives me structure and responsibility in my writing life, but it’s also one more demand.

            A new year is coming soon, and a new schedule with it. In interest of both maintaining the quality of this blog and fulfilling my creative responsibilities, I’m going to scale back and begin blogging once every two weeks. So, there’ll be half as many posts, but I hope that they’ll be good ones.
            Thank you to everyone who’s been reading the blog and giving me feedback! May God bless you with an amazing New Year!

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Immanuel


I wanted very much to write a deep, insightful post about Christmas. I was also hoping to post before Christmas Day (Happy Holiday, everyone!). But this last week has been dominated by a nasty flu bug, which has a way of narrowing down your projects. When you’re sick and weak, all you want is the basics. Simplicity.

            The Sunday before last, I attended a Christmas service that was visually beautiful. It was all themed around “light”. The stage design was perfect, with an ornate golden-orange curtain and antique light-bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The effects of mist and lighting were breathtaking. There were also sharp, riveting video presentations.

            But when I think back on it, what part of the service really touched my heart? It was when they showed a simple video of a little baby. You saw his tiny fingers and toes, his delicate eyelashes. And for a moment it felt like you were there. There in Bethlehem.

            Simplicity.


Immanuel

By Dawnna Jean Pearson


Imagine, just

If you had been there

Beside that humble

Manger bare

Beholding, lo

In the scented straw

The Infant sleeping

Stare in awe

Fingertips, brush

His petal-soft cheek

Breathe in His sweet smell

Small eyes peek

Listening, hear

Him gurgle and coo

This Child has come to

Rescue you

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Follow the Pattern


You can learn a lesson from anything—even a seven-foot tall Abominable Snowman.

            My dad was planning to sell Christmas trees, and wanted something unusual to draw attention. Like seven feet of monster—a cute monster—for a sign. I was given the job of designing it. All in a day’s work around here.

            Now, you might imagine me going out to the barn where the massive sheet of plywood waited, and quickly sketching the sign freehand. Sorry, but that’s not how it works. I have a hard time keeping proportions right on any drawing larger than a standard sheet of paper. First, I had to experiment with a seven-inch Abominable. Once he looked like what Dad wanted, there was the question of how to transfer him to the plywood. I decided to use a graph method. First, I divided the little Abominable into sections by inches. Then, using a measuring stick and a long board for a straight-edge, I divided the plywood surface into sections by feet. For the harder parts, like around the fingers and toes, I quartered the sections for more precision. Then, it was time to fill each big square with exactly what was in each little square.

            As soon as I bent down to apply my pencil to the wood, doubts attacked me. Are the eyes really that small? The mouth is going to be lopsided. Surely the fingers can’t be that fat!

            As an artist, I tend to create more by sight than faith, trusting my own gut over the rules and instructions.

            But while working on the Abominable, I had to wrestle my instinct down to the cold cement floor and hold it still while I drew. Instinct screamed that the graph was flawed somehow, that it was leading me astray…limiting me.

            But I knew that was a lie. I knew the measurements were sound. The pattern was true. So I obeyed the graph, even when it felt awkward and impossible. Guess what? After I followed the pattern, I was able to step back, and when I saw things in perspective, the vision I had glimpsed in small version on paper had become reality in a huge form.
From this...
To this.



            Dad cut the big guy out and painted him—and did a fine job, too. He was quite pleased with how Abominable was turning out. A few days later, I returned to add words to the sign. This time was different. I did not submit to planning. I came with an attitude of just wanting to get it over with fast. No graph, no guidelines. I grabbed a paintbrush and followed my heart. Soon, I realized that I had made a grave mistake, but it was too late to correct course. I ended up frustrated with the shoddy results.


I sometimes have doubts about the pattern God sets before me.

            Lord, I don’t think I’m equipped for this job.

How can this frustrating project be Your will?

Hey, could You make ________ happen faster?

            I have to pry my eyes away from straining to see, from my limited, skewed earthly perspective, how the picture fits together. By His grace, I can focus on the square I’m in right now, and trust Him with the rest. When I’m given the gift of being able to step back and see things in eternal perspective, His pattern will be absolutely flawless.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

The Unexpected

Well, I'm typing this post from a computer station at our local library.
We couldn't go to church or into Portland to have dinner with our grandparents today, because the Arctic weather is eager to freeze our farm solid. Oh, and my laptop might have just died this morning. It was comatose, last I checked. Some of my plans, both near and distant, are looking iffy. And fa-la-la-la, it's the holiday season, with the busyness that comes with that.
So, here I am, contemplating how to spend a day that is not going how I hoped.
Do I grumble and mumble and mope?
Do I curl up and try to ignore it all?
Give thanks in everything, the Bible says.
Thank You, Lord, that the pipes haven't frozen yet, and we have electricity and a wood-stove. Thank You that I had a working computer as long as I did. Thank You that You've blessed me with gifts of creativity so I never have an excuse to be bored. Thank You that a life of trusting You, accepting the unexpected, is an adventure.
I could write some more in my novel today--I like writing on paper better than on a screen, anyway. I could make some Christmas collage cards. I could make cookies, and warm up the kitchen.
The unexpected is full of possibilities.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Composition: Invisible Lines


“In short: there are no rules. And here they are.”

Scott McCloud, Making Comics


That pretty much sums up my view of art instruction. I will tell you right now that when it comes to teaching art, I have very little idea what I’m doing. I love it, I can talk endlessly about it, and I hope that somewhere in my jumble of thoughts is something that benefits another artist.


After looking at photos from a family getaway, I was struck by how two pictures, of the same subjects, in the same setting, taken only moments apart, conveyed a very different feeling to me.

 
Lake pic 1


Lake pic 2 

I considered their composition.

Composition basically means ‘what it’s made of and how you put it all together’. It’s a subject as broad as an ancient map of the world, with plenty of beasties rearing out of the ocean, and lots of blank spaces at the edges where unwary explorers venture at their own peril.

After looking at the pictures, I decided that their differences came down to lines.


I vaguely remember, as a curious young artistic child, asking, “Mommy, if you look really closely at things, do they have little lines around them, like in a drawing?”

In some ways, there really are invisible lines throughout the visual world, and like long-ago astronomers playing connect-the-dots with the stars, an artist can learn to see them.

A straight line on a page can become anything: the first letter of a word, the first note of a symphony, the first blade of grass in a field. But once you add a bend or a second line, you create a relationship…you create meaning.

Invisible lines fill the spaces between forms. They are the relationships of direction and angle that set the mood, guide the eye, and communicate a message.

Visible lines show the forms. Invisible lines guide the relationships between the forms.


There are two basic kinds of line relationships, as far as I see: Static, and Dynamic. These apply to both the visible and invisible lines.

Static is composed of vertical and horizontal lines placed at right angles to each other.



A composition featuring a lot of these well-behaved lines is likely to appear peaceful, relaxing, thoughtful, ordered, vast, epic, distant.

Dynamic lets it all hang loose.



When you visualize the invisible lines in a dynamic composition, they look like a game of pick-up-sticks. A dynamic composition can convey motion, action, excitement, frenzy, chaos, disorder, confusion, exhaustion, casualness.

I think most compositions are a combination of these two types. Throw in some unpredictable curved lines, and things get really interesting.


Breaking the two lakeside pictures down into basic lines and shapes helps show what’s going on. The half-white, half-black circle indicates the focal point—the place where there is the highest contrast, and therefore where the eye will be drawn. (My thanks to Beth Verheyden for introducing me to this concept, and many other helpful points on composition.) The circled brown dot is the vanishing point, where the invisible lines of perspective lead. The red lines indicate the invisible line relationships.



Composition 1

Composition 2
In both compositions, the massive triangle formed by the tree-covered hill in the background—and its reflection—forcefully draws the eye to the mountain, but then the eye bounces back to the girl, with her combination of pale skin and black shadow.

In composition 1, the invisible triangle formed by the three people perfectly mirrors the visible hill and reflection, making a dynamic partnership of direction. The tilting horizon line, while unnatural, enhances the dynamic feeling. Note that the invisible lines on the girl—especially on her torso—point toward the vanishing point, further enhancing the dynamic motion.



In composition 2, I adjusted the picture so it had a natural, static horizon line. Note that I had trouble determining the vanishing point—I think the far right is correct. The ripples from the boy dominate the water surface, creating interest that competes with the girl (not to mention his in-motion posture) to be the focal point. The lines of the girl’s torso angle away from the vanishing point, creating further conflict.



And see how the outline of the man forms a near-perfect square? It doesn’t get much more static than that.





All this comes down to: what are you trying to say?

To me, composition 2 says: “This day at the lake is quiet and restful. Rather boring. In fact, we’re losing interest in our surroundings. Is it time to leave yet?”

And composition 1 says: “This day at the lake is wonderful! We are exploring, interested, moving in motion with the wind and water.” It seems to invite me in for an adventure.


Whether I’m using a photo reference for my artwork, or just my own imagination, I try to be aware of the line relationships, how they’re directing the eye, and what they’re saying. I refine compositions by removing elements that distract from the movement and message, and enhancing the ones that carry it.


For example, I might strengthen composition 1 by removing the submerged rock in the foreground and the boat in the background—distractions. I might change the positions of the girl’s legs so one is thrusting straight forward, and the other straight back—clarity of motion. And, because her downturned head could indicate the wrong emotions, I think I would tilt her face upward to the light.


As I engage in the art of following invisible lines and studying their relationships, as I listen to the stories they tell, I sometimes feel like I’m joining in the rhythm of a dance.


Am I nuts? Possibly. But there were probably a few good points in there. May God bless you with flowing inspiration!