So, some backstory: in high school, I was an Art Student(tm), to the point where I was applying to art colleges (this path was nixed after I visited some and realized that I didn't actually like art students :lol:). Arting after I left school was always freaking FRAUGHT, bc my signature photorealism was super daunting, and supplies were expensive, so I never wanted to waste anything. At some point midlife, I decided to break that cycle & got into the fast, cheap, & out of control school of art - fingerpaints on butcher paper, found object temporary collages, & index card ATCs. Working with markers on index cards forces me to make a freaking decision and go with it until the end, which isn't very far away bc it's such a small "canvas". They're never going to be Art(tm), the marker always bleeds through, they aren't meant to be displayed or, more often than not, given away. They're just dinky little moments of zero stakes play, and I need to do another round soon <3
thank you! it was born of necessity and became a choice over time—i actually have another post about that coming whenever i have the energy to write it.
Yr artwork is so delightful. Still fantasizing about some oracular bug collab with you...
🐛 this bug is in!
I love this : ) It made me remember my favourite Richard Scarry character Lowly Worm who he often drew driving an apple car : )
an icon and a role model for sure 🍎👒
An absolute joy vitamin! Thank you for your heart, Kate 😭❤️
oh what a splendid description! and thank you for reading, and for getting it 💖
The HOTTOGO crabs giving me life
me too, honestly 📣🦀
Exquisite, start to finish 🖤 Every few years I get into a creative funk, and a pile of index cards, markers, and Ed Emberley always get me through 🖤
ooh, please say more about the index cards!
So, some backstory: in high school, I was an Art Student(tm), to the point where I was applying to art colleges (this path was nixed after I visited some and realized that I didn't actually like art students :lol:). Arting after I left school was always freaking FRAUGHT, bc my signature photorealism was super daunting, and supplies were expensive, so I never wanted to waste anything. At some point midlife, I decided to break that cycle & got into the fast, cheap, & out of control school of art - fingerpaints on butcher paper, found object temporary collages, & index card ATCs. Working with markers on index cards forces me to make a freaking decision and go with it until the end, which isn't very far away bc it's such a small "canvas". They're never going to be Art(tm), the marker always bleeds through, they aren't meant to be displayed or, more often than not, given away. They're just dinky little moments of zero stakes play, and I need to do another round soon <3
oh, i love this so much. zero-stakes play is so freaking healing.
thank you, and right back at you, friend. <3
thank you! it was born of necessity and became a choice over time—i actually have another post about that coming whenever i have the energy to write it.