I haven’t created any new sticky note art in a few days. It’s my curse as a moody person to have stretches of time that are not productive creatively (as anyone who follows my music can attest). I have, however, taken pictures of everything I’ve done with the intention of sharing them with you. Let’s get started.
This first one is inspired by pure silliness found on Facebook.
I met Jym McMurdo my first year at Washington State. He was The Guy With The Room To Himself on my floor at Orton Hall. He’d also lived at Orton the previous year and had a leg up on everything one needed to know about life there. His room was full of interesting stuff and people smoking, drinking, and eating pizza. I vaguely remember him doing something rude to a teddy bear I had with me one time. Jym was, as my mother would say, a hoot.
This is Jym wearing a knitted animal balaclava of some sort. This is an illustration of the selfie he took while wearing it. I thought it was hilarious, and now here it is. I framed it.
I managed to get my hands on more of those watercolor pens. I couldn’t help it – I like new products and trying out new things, and watercolor is a new thing for me in any form – there are so many things I want to try out with them! I’m not good with color in any way but I force myself to work with it. You can’t get better if you don’t practice, right? I wanted to practice, even if it meant falling on my face with advanced tools.
The result is a lovely girl in a dress, and proof that I cannot stay within the lines of anything. I’m a little disappointed in how messy it got and debated sharing this note at all because of it. The illustration under all the messy color is still pretty nice. Should I try to cover it up? I don’t know. Maybe it’s okay as-is.
This last one I’m pretty happy with.
The Face of Boe joined my household last year to keep my BFF Martha company since I was feeling a little overwhelmed by being the center of her universe. I had never owned a kitten before. Martha had had kittens before she joined me, so I figured the two of them would be okay, right? Well… kinda.
Boe is not very smart. Okay, that’s unfair – he’s just really juvenile. Still, whenever I see him zipping around in the morning and annoying Martha, I hear “LOOKIT ME IMA TIGER” in a little kid voice. He also kind of walks like he thinks he’s a tiger. Scared of everything, I’ve trained him to relax when I tell him he’s a good boy.
This was done with different markers entirely. I found a set of Faber-Castell pens at Snapdoodle Toys in Kenmore that seemed like they’d be fun. It intrigued me that there were two white markers in the set – how the heck does that work? It’s a subtle white, that’s for sure. Where the Faber-Castell white didn’t do what I wanted I used an extra-fine Sharpie paint marker. The whole composition captures Boe perfectly. He IS a tiger!
I’m sure there will be more. I’m just not there yet.