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A mandala with her bot groupies – sketch

detail - mandala drawing by artist Jessica Doyle

This drawing is reminiscent of a previous work from April 2011.

This mandala, however has little groupie bots looking out for her.

bots

I sketched this out with india ink, coloured pencil and used a little watercolour too. And the previous original mandala drawing is listed for sale in the shop now.

Happy Monday!

Artist Tip #24 – First new drawing in seven weeks time and why that’s OK

Fabriano Quadrato Drawing by Artist Jessica Doyle

Ever feel like you lost your mojo? Or that everything else was strangling you for your attention?

It’s amazing what happens when your life takes turns that you weren’t prepared for, or for that matter, even wanting. Needless to say I’m happy these days and back in the studio working full-time again. While it’s easy to worry when one week turns into seven weeks without even picking up a pen to doodle with, simply realize that it’s just your brain saying give me a break and to go and do other things and that when you come back to your passion, it will still be there. And further more, when you do return, you’ll likely feel inspired from the time you took off and by the things you did do during that period of time.

The creative process isn’t about who can produce or sell the most within a set amount of time… it’s more akin to an apple tree growing and cycling through the four changing seasons. Every year you’ll find yourself experiencing different weather systems and people that will come, go or stay in your life.

This little mandala like anemone was drawn with a sepia toned Faber Castell Pitt Artist pen and Prismacolor Veritihin coloured pencils inside a 9×9 inch Fabriano Quadrato multi-coloured journal. Click the image above for a larger version.

And after you’ve doodled for a bit you’ll soon find yourself craving to draw more complicated pieces. I’ve always likened drawing to riding a bicycle. You may get rusty but as soon as you begin peddling doodling again the colours and ideas will appear.

artist Jessica Doyle holding an illustration

I’ll be peeling the tape off of that one tonight. I’ll share the scans of it later this week.

Anyhow, wishing you all the best today and do take a peek at this new page on my blog!

Remember Evolution? Customer Appreciation Photo

Customer appreication photo - Emily holding original illustration by artist Jessica Doyle

A few weeks ago I was contacted by Alex who lives in the United Kingdom. He was asking if I could ship my artwork Priority Post to the UK so that it would arrive in time for his niece’s 16th Birthday. I wrote back saying yes and with an estimate on the shipping and handling charges and asked which piece he would like the additional shipping charge added to in the shop.

mandala illustration - fruit slice art by artist jessica doyle

I was delighted when he wrote back saying Evolution. What is nice about this particular illustration is that it is one of the few pieces that I documented during the process of creating it. I sent along the link to the step by step guide blog post so that his niece could learn how to create Evolution as an assignment in school.

step by step illustration - how to draw a mandala

This was a great surprise to me. Thank you Alex and Emily for permission to use your photograph and to share your story here on the blog. I’m still smiling. Hope you are both well. And Emily, good luck with your art studies! :)

The Cathedral

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A short fictional story…

A simple handshake made her heart flutter… made her exhale and unable to inhale and she hasn’t been quite the same since.

On Christmas Eve everything changed. I felt electricity flowing when I turned and shook your hand and wished you Merry Christmas near the end of Mass. I haven’t been the same since. That ‘flutter’ still exists. I still didn’t know who you were. I don’t believe this has ever happened before to me.

And then you shot around the pew that separated us as the congregation stood to form lines to receive the sacrement. I couldn’t help but smile and talk to you. I know it was church and that you are not supposed to talk but your smile made me melt and your eyes mirrored what I felt. It was so cliché that I asked what your name was saying that you look familiar and did we attend high school together?

I felt blood rush to my head and nothing else existed but your smile, your face, your bright shining eyes your and second handshake upon introducing yourself while I introduced myself to you. My nerves exploded.

And we did attend high school together. We were in law class together.

You told me you worked in Alberta at the tar sands and that you had a house on the Old Rothesay Road.

I told you I bought a house over East and that I was an artist. You asked if that was hard and I said “At times” but that I rent rooms too, to supplement my income.

We walked down the length of the pew and joined the moving throngs of Catholics in the central main aisle to receive the sacrement. I wanted to keep talking… I wanted to hold your hand… wanted to scream I like you… wanted to put words to what I was feeling inside.

You had said that you likely wouldn’t be attending the 20th high school reunion but that you might attend the 25th in 2016.

I walked back to the pew after communion and the heat creeping over my body was almost more than I could endure, while kneeling to pray. When I rose to sit you were still kneeling behind me. I could barely breath. The rushes never stopped. Then the congregation rose to sing the processional hymn Silent Night. I’m singing and thinking that I need you! How do I get in touch with you.

When people began to leave the service and began talking amongst each other I turned to you and dug out a business card and gave it to you as you said you weren’t on Facebook. My folk’s were leaving and I had to go with them. I walked slowly from the church and then outside into the frigid Winter air darting my eyes to see if I could catch another glimpse of you. I didn’t see you. My mind wrestless with thoughts. Is he married? Is he single? I can’t believe I dug out a business card in church and gave it to a man.

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I climbed into the back seat of the car while dad climbed into the front. We waited for mom. Then you walked in front of the car, crossed over and got into the drivers side of a beige pick-up truck, alone and sat there staring across at the headlights of the car I was in. And I stared back at the dark truck you were in. I wanted to jump out and run over to you. All I could do was stare and hope that you’d contact me via my website contact page as there was no phone number listed on the business card that I had given you earlier.

A star from fell from the sky that night after mass while she stood on the backyard deck around midnight.

Christmas Eve came and went.

I drew the pen marker drawing inside a Fabriano Quadrato Artist Journal on the 23rd of December while thinking about skyscrapers and how humans are stacked one on top of the other within them and how it’s better to live on the upper most floors where the street noise is faint and water and sewer pipes are not continuously flowing within the walls.