A couple of years ago I was leaving a hospital after some minor surgery. As I was being wheeled out my friend and I passed the hospital gift shop. On a display stand where a whole bunch of stuffed animals – each sitting in a cute little purse.
Marvelous colors I noticed. Kid colors, pastels – pinks and pretty blues and pale yellows and oranges……. I spied the white poodle in the pink purse. “Oh, look! The doggie! Look at the pink purse! I want one!” I begged my companion to stop but she was in a hurry and rushed me by. She didn’t think I was serious. But I was serious. I wanted the white poodle in the pink purse with its fur artfully kinked in a whimsical way and the soft purse with the shiny handle, a bow and lace covering. I loved it!
I could not stop thinking about the poodle and all the little pets in the pretty little purses. A week or so later I called another friend and asked him if he could take me to the hospital to get one of the little doggies. He was kind enough to take me. Thank god the poodle was still there!
Sometimes I wonder why something is so important to me. I looked up these toys online and saw something similar but not exactly it, so I am glad I ventured back to hospital gift shop to get the one I wanted. I could guess and say nostalgia motivates me, some kind of emotion. For many years I had a lovely white dog, Lolita who had been my constant companion through thick and thin. The poodle reminded me of her, unexpectedly, when I was anxious about the hospital.
I took a number of photos of the white poodle on the hospital grounds and more photos later on when my friend and I stopped at a diner for lunch. I was like a mom with a newborn.
I kept it around my house where I could see it and just admired it for a while and showed it my friends who came to visit and told them the story about how I took a trip all the way back to the hospital to get it. When Inktober rolled around I knew it would make a good subject for an ink drawing. Which it did. The ink drawing you see here is the working sketch for the painting. I photoshopped the original to remove the dark areas so I could print it without using up all the black ink. I then traced the outlines onto my work surface.
I started the painting of it a few months ago. I am struggling a bit with the color and I am struggling a bit with the drawing as well. The drawing isn’t entirely spot on, and I am having to re-draw a bit and re-paint a bit. Not too bad going, because this is acrylic.
If a shape is off, I paint over or around as need be with an opposite color to get the shape right. When I have the shape and proportions right then I go in and make it the right colors and fix where I interfered with neighboring elements or the background. Easy peasy!
This is why I go on about drawing all the time. I love paint and color and could play around all day just making random shapes. But I really like to tell a story. So the drawing is very important. Chances are I will re-draw something several times on a first attempt. I might do some re-drawing as I start painting (drawing with the brush). As I continue the painting, elements may or may not be “off” may or may not read properly.
I hope to finish this and finish it in such a way that I will be pleased with it and proud to show it off.