A Little Plug

Since it’s a holiday week and I’m sure most of you are pretty focused on all the joyous chaos that will unfold come the 23rd, I’ve decided not to do any major updates this week. Instead I’m going to do one of those shameless plugs for my store. This lady has gotta eat, so here I go with all my shamelessness. ๐Ÿ˜Š

I’ve got a few ACEOs that have been hanging around for awhile that are now on sale.

Along with that my recent ACEOs, Western Gate and Northern Passage, are now mounted and ready for a lovely new home.

As well there are also a few original drawings and prints waiting to become an addition to someone’s personal art collection or gifted to someone special.

So be sure to visit qrumbley.com to get yourself or someone special something lovely to add a little something delightful to their life.

Until my next post, HAPPY THANKSGIVING and may the odds forever be in your favor in surviving the Black Friday madness. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’œ

Western Gate

Legend has it Lao Tzu disappeared through the Western Gate leaving behind only a scroll of 5000 characters of mystical aphorisms later compiled into what is now called the Tao Te Ching, the foundational text of Taoist philosophy.

This artist card I’ve inked was inspired by that legend. Doing landscape pointillism drawings that are reminiscent of Chinese brush paintings is something that’s been on my artistic “to-do” list for about a year now. So while taking a break from my Peacock drawing for the evening, I decided to give it a go. How do you think I faired on my first attempt?

Does The Medium Choose The Artist?

Sometimes I wonder, does the artist choose their medium or does the medium choose the artist. It’s a bit odd to think that some inanimate object has chosen you to master its ways and intricacies but is it possible that in some mysterious kind of way an artist gravitates, maybe even feels compelled to take up a particular medium, forsaking all others just for that One? I ponder this sometimes because pen and ink in all honesty is an unforgiving medium and pointillism is laborious technique. Yet I love it and I can’t really explain why. I try but the words don’t seem to fully convey what I want to express. It’s more a feeling than anything logical. Maybe our chosen mediums are an expression of our personalities. Maybe certain personalities gravitate towards paints, while others take up watercolors and still others prefer charcoal, pastels or color pencils.

The pen is a precise instrument. It requires a certainty and control in stroke because once it’s made there’s no erasing it or covering it up. If a mistake is made you either have to live with it or start all over. So you have to be sure of what you intend to do. And while ink on its own can be messy and unpredictable, the pen itself is sleek and neat, where together they create a harmony that flows out when one masters the stroke.

So sitting here, giving it some thought, I can see how maybe certain creative personalities do gravitate towards certain mediums and styles. I’m rather neat and orderly in my personal life. Bit of a stickler for semantics. Strong preference for taking my time with things. I despise being rushed unless there’s an emergency. I like things to be refined and elegant yet modest. And to top it off I used to want to be an architect (still do), which is a field all about precision and control as well as creativity. So maybe my love for pen and ink has a lot to do with my personality. I chose it and it chose me because we’re suitable for each other. A perfect match made in an artsy heaven.
I now want to go shop for fountain pens. ๐Ÿ˜Š