The beanstalks were drawn by hand in pen right before they vectorized.!
These three beanstalks will be available in my ART SHOP on April 26, 2008 as a print. Until then have a visit to it! Enjoy!
Switching on intelligence is at most difficult when one is faced with making life’s decisions. Being ruled by the heart can be whimsical at times yet underrated as a form of intelligence most of the time. Written in anger, not really. We need to believe there is something larger than ourselves to exist. You are not the only human being living on earth and neither am I. What is the price tag for human life? What is it that causes us to measure a person’s wealth by currency alone?
We all know this isn’t true. On a deeper emotional level, it hurts knowing that the almighty dollar, is just a dollar; a piece of paper or metal and now digital numerics for what? Numbers are universal. No, arithmetic is universal and perhaps one other thing.
So the good art. The bad art. Good art and bad art. Good Grover, bad Grover, near. far.
Returning back to the discussion at hand, I must say that veering off into an intelligence, present and rarely used to it’s capacity, is, fun. I was in search of answers this last week. I unplugged myself for nearly three days. I hung out with my closest friends.
Good friends have a way of leveling things out for you. With you? The conversation is grand, common and mutually honest. We share hugs and kisses. We cry, we listen. We understand. We eat.
Hap-hazardously living lately describes well the months of January, February and March of this Blog. Not really knowing or being just moving along, absorbing outward stimuli. I found I had to stop everything and decide. I needed space to think, to ponder and eventually recognize and choose whether to **stay or go. I have been overextending myself, hands in a little but not really in all the way with people, places, countries, genres, beliefs.
Fear alone does guide us occasionally. Eventually this fear materializes and you recognize what it is and accept it. It really is all one needs do.
A couple of friends have written these sentiments in my journal(s) upon asking them to draw, or them asking me to draw, in it. Collectively, they wrote and drew of eyes and masses. There are so many of us. Is that significant? Only if you believe it to be.
Swallow the shit but never forget to poop it out of ya.
What goes in, must come out.
A Christmas Card arrived for me in the mail in December 2006. I opened it. I looked at it. I read it. I looked at it again and most days including today, I remember it. The card was mailed to me from Ana. This card arrived during a time when I was very alone. I did not mail her a Christmas Card, although I had agreed with her to do so earlier that month on her Blog, Bonitainpink.
I didn’t have the strength to mail one to you. Christmas passed. And I feel bad. I have quietly visited your Blog four or five times, and am happy to see you are pregnant.
I felt like I was on a *bad-hit-of-E for the greater part of December 2006 and this January of 2007 due to circumstances beyond my control both online and offline. Ana, I retreated. The Christmas Card you sent was one of five I received for Christmas last year. I was so happy to open it. It is pretty neat to know you exist in real life. That hit me. I miss you Anna.
Please forgive me.
I began a design project earlier this month for Scott Wallick. His wife Binita is a court reporter and I am designing and illustrating a logo and business card for her. Thus far our contact has been via email only. We have never met in person nor have we spoke on the phone.
Initially I had contacted Scott, who is the designer of the Barthelme Theme, in use on this blog. I was looking to barter artwork for coding work. We emailed back and forth a few times and he asked if I would be interested to do some design work. I said yes. And thus this leads me to today.
Whether by stroke of luck or genius I am working this month in my chosen trade(s). I have had to pinch myself and sit quietly inhaling and exhaling preventing onsets of many an anxiety attack. What does this have to do with Scott? Well, simply put working in the design industry has in the past lead me to using drugs to get my work done on time. I am not using drugs this time. My brain is thoroughly being challenged right now to keep moving forward without regret of what happened in the past.
Much of the work I do in my life is not payed work. That is tricky. One needs money to survive. My non-paying gigs are as important to me as my paying gigs. This also causes internal stress of meeting deadlines and of meeting my rent due date for my apartment rental.
March has been a month of ideas, compromises, admitting I was wrong and above all else trusting that I am OK as human being and deserve good things in my life. It is easy, very easy, for me to retreat to my bubble when good things happen i.e. a new design client, MailArt, Astronutrition, pillow fight, dogs, cats, friends, new friends and old friends. I surround myself with that bubble for protection. The thing I haven’t grasped yet, is why I need to go in there when the good things happen and why when the bad things happen I want them worse. And why my emotions are so intense that I am not able to see beyond anything else but the emotion being experienced, itself. I cannot move from one project to next quickly until I am finished with the first.
Last night I cared for two sick people. It drained me not in a bad way but in the way that I don’t prioritize jobs over people. I prepared and then cooked a tomato chicken stew. Rene, a friend in my building came for supper last night as every Tuesday she does. She brings food from the food bank she cannot cook herself and I throw in some food I have and I cook a meal for us and pack enough for her so she can eat the next day also. She has serious ongoing mental health issues and is in the care of the government. Another friend is also ill at the moment. Very ill actually with the flu. He had been throwing up, has a fever and has been sick now for over a week. I brought him some meds the other night and last night packed up a fresh jar of stew to bring down to him. Boy, he is ill and you know what he was able to keep the homemade stew down without throwing it up. That made me so happy.
Yesterday, I mailed off MailArt five days late. I am running behind with Scott’s design. I am also working on making amends with people for things that I did or did not do over the past yearsâ€¦? I thought I would be healed by now from addiction. I am realizing that that is not so.
Today, my life feels very precious to me. Yesterday, three people told me I was very kind and am the first person to care about them in a long long time. There was a man I met on the street while walking to the post office. We had smiled and said hi and then had kept walking in opposite directions. We both turned around to check each other out at the same time and had a great laugh and then continued on our separate paths. Walking out of the post office I saw the dude looking in every store down the street. I yelled “dude!”. He turned and was walking, holding a piece of paper and handed it to me. He said I have missed too many opportunities to not have come back to find you. We hugged and it was nice. We’ll be going for coffee some day soon.
Late last night I sat staring at the computer and didn’t know where to start. I began to panic. I turned in for bed. I cried myself to sleep. First time a long time. Not because I was sad but because I know I am on the right path. I also got wind that my ex-boyfriend is alive and well in Thailand, from my friend Tomoko, Ian and Kai. And I love him and miss him so much.
What really broke me down today and caused the writing of this post, is someone called and bought one of my paintings. I sold a painting. There was no haggling, he offered to pay the full price I wanted for it. I am so grateful to be alive right now. I am grateful to be alive. I am grateful to know that how I am choosing to live my life is ok and that is pays to be kind, honest and transparent.
I don’t want to jinx myself by talking about good things. This scares me to talk about the good things. But without them I wouldn’t exist so I will continue living this way. This Blog and all of you really do keep me alive, healthy and doing what I love to do best, create with emotion.
*image credit – This is the painting that I sold today. Price sold for is $1250 Canadian over four months. Then he gets the painting.
As of this writing, Collaboration NOW has already begun. Rodrigo Pradel and I, Jessica Doyle will be mailing each other an envelope stuffed with art, of our own creation to the other, to further recreate and elaborate upon. We will be using the tools of our choosing, in each, our own respective mediums.
The end result will be X number of collaborative paintings, drawings and inkings for auction and sale online and in art spaces spread on terrestrial ground.
Rodrigo has not yet seen these inkings. They are new. Very new. Not yet to mailing stage new..
Following, from a total of five are three inkings. This series is titled The moral of the story:
I am currently collaborating with Darren Lee of Deezone. Expect some sound and an animation short from this collaboration.
Note to Dee (zone) – the bathroom panels are on my drafting table as of this post being published. *muah*
Note to everyone – this post marks the beginning of Collaborate NOW, a new category, on JessicaDoyle.ca. Expect Updates following an asymmetrical regularity pattern for publish dates. It is the creative way.
Hopper 7 (left)
Black ink on handmade paper
Artists Statement –
Pepsi stained and all.
Hopper 8 (right)
Red and black ink on handmade paper
Artists Statement –
A full glass of pepsi did indeed fall on this miniature journal. I like the effect it left on many of the pages within. Sometimes accidents, have a creative purpose afterall.