yay

I got unstuck last night. Sweet relief! It's like being pregnant except with a painting and then finally it's out and it's nothing like you expected but you kind of love it anyway. Hehe... And you're already full of more. Like a neverending series of pregnancies. Nevermind...that sounds weird. And let's hope most people don't scrutinize their kids the way I do my paintin's... Otherwise I feel sorry for my future babies of potentiality and possibility.

anyway, go here to see the [unfinished] product.
(methinks I should combine my two blogs? see the pics then the painting.)

which pic matches best? sooc btw.

of boats and blossoms

Hey I'm Ellen and I'm in a creative rut.

Like the kind where you have about 30 different projects running through your head and no skill to actually execute them. I must have come up with five different concept ideas and arrangements for this painting/poster in my head last night, and no clue how to actually go about it. Every dark/night scene I've tried to draw before has gone dreadfully awry. Then I look online. How to Paint Night Scenes in Watercolor. And the guy is just showing his own [brilliant] Night Scene In Watercolour In Its Formative Stages, followed by sparse commentary: "And then I decided to maybe layer a little Purple #321 with the Forest Green (#12) and just start going over the shapes in the water, very carefully". Thanks for the tips, pal (sarcasm hand raised).

Or maybe it's just that I bit my cheek whilst chewing my lunch. Biting your cheek instead of your noodles is like a flashing neon sign that says "Hi, I'm a klutz in a creative rut."

Or maybe it's that I upload all my images from the weekend and none of them really excite me. Ugh. Oh dear, I must be in a blue funk. (Which combination of words is so amazing it gives me shivers. I tell myself I'm in a blue funk and then I instantly feel better.
And classy. Like, Hi, I'm Ellen, a creative klutz in a blue funk. Oh, yeah baby, let's hang out.
Sure I'll sign you that autograph.)

So anyway, I'm aware that none of these photos have gone with their accompanying commentary. Not to worry. They are just randoms from the week end, taken hastily in between my scenes as Emma Elroy aka The Pride & Prejudice Woman From Joanna's Play and walking the dog - I mean the horse. Louis the horse. Get it right!

It was gloriously eery and grey and the stick reminded me of pirates.

I know the water is uneven. It was a freak of camera not of nature. Or perhaps it was a freak of my alignment when it came to getting the pan shot. Hey, hold the criticism. This was taken like 2 minutes after I woke up. I rolled out of bed and into my clothes and only had barely enough self-possession to grab my camera before they left without me.

I am pretty excited about the days in which I will not need two paragraph disclaimers before posting the photos as seen. Tee hee.

The older girls were still in beddy bye at this point. They totally missed out. So I guess that kind of negates my previous point about early worms? At least Mr. Earthworm saw some of the world before he got devoured. I guess it all boils down to - is it worth it?

I would say it was worth it. And I lied up there actually. This shot does excite me. Not as much as the combo "blue funk", but that would be asking too much.

der guter hund - err, horse - Louis.

And in closing, a little screenshot. I have always been fascinated by scenes in which the characters amble along in nature whilst reading - you know the ones - Sound of Music, Pride and Prejudice.

Well there I am, joining the ranks of the multitaskers. Please note the anachronistic van in the corner. Oopsadaisies, film crew.

And in closing - here I am with my one true love, Mr. Fauntleroy. We did manage to do this scene without laughing. It was nothing short of miraculous.


I'm off to my essay, much revived by this post. I think it was the "blue funk" that did it.
Ta ta!

blinkety

Our - yes, that is the royal we - camera battery charger has been . . .
Oh, what shall we say?
Temporarily misplaced?
Gone missing?
Skedaddled off to goodness knows where and wait till I get my hands on it, by golly?

Have a little zippo-edito bluesky action to tide you over.
I'm sure the lil blinker will turn up one a these here days.

Meantime give this a ponder:

How come nobody ever mentions that the worm had to be early too? He just gets eaten. What if he'd slept in eh? Eh? He'd be alive right now. Or else he'd have died of ripe old age, peacefully, in dignity. Instead? The early bird GETS him. What a world of gruesome meaning in that one word "gets". What sparity of description masking gobs of gore and crunching and -- death. This fable, when told by earthworms to earthworms, is a solemn warning (as opposed to a jolly little lark as we make it to be). How heartless. The Early Bird Gets the Worm. And we all applaud and say jolly good, Early Bird, we shall model ourselves after you and your gruesome habits of picking off with wicked gluttonous precision any earthworms which may just happen to be out for a morning stroll a tad earlier than may be wise.

You see sleeping late is really practically nearly a matter of life and death.
And that, friends, is why I take the utmost care about it. I suggest you have a mind upon your health and do the same.

The end.

P.S. RIP Mr. Earthworm.

raiiiin!

rain.

which
means
bokeh
in my windysill!

and these
my friends
have not
been
re
touched

Also I beg you to see that the words above from the outline of a man with a top hat and bow tie. This is deeply significant and whoever figures out why gets a hidden surprise because I don't know why either.

hey look! it's a
scarecrow now!
these are mo
anyway I'm done.


--
favyret.

sigh.

Lightroom
is quite wearing on one's convictions about editing.
For instance consider.

One can start with this

and end with this.

It's fast. It's easy. It's stunning.

And it's......cheap. I know. Really I do. I will develop my skills and chase skies that actually are blue. Honest. I will not fall prey to the fast food microwave approach to photography. No sirree.

Except maybe just a tiny bit?

Oh, very well. My trial subscription is dead in twelve days as is.
Even strict dieters splurge every now and then. 12 more days and it's back to strict training. No empty processing calories unless I get some good shots sooc.

Or maybe we could make it almost sooc? After all, what's a little contrast bump?


...

sigh.