This is my Marabu paint set from 1969. It is actually considered vintage at this point. What does that make me?
This was my original paint set as I finished high school and headed for School of Visual Arts in NYC . I wanted to be an illustrator. I commuted from home on Long Island for the first year and half. And that is when I began sewing.
It is raining and I am painting today. On paper. Thinking about how things happen.
I am having trouble with my eyes.
The doctor asks, " Do you spend a lot of time looking at the screen?"
I love your paint set with the names of the colours and your painting is wonderful. What fun
I remember your story about attending SVA. I was in love with a prospective husband who graduated from there. I still have my little pain set, I keep telling myself I need to get back to doing little watercolor studies. Seeing your set made me feel like I was back in highschool.
I feel like I will have it forever
Even though I understand the ‘standard’ meaning of the word “Illustrator” my first thought when reading what you’ve written here is that every time I read one of your posts, it illustrates to me a way that a person is living their life.
Illustrator. That just became a very big word in my little world.
Illustrator. That is exactly what you are.
I love your yellowy cat.
I appreciate what you have said here, this simply fills my heart with ease. Thank you.
so many words. I smile and need
to sit with them.
I can always imagine your smile
I move from sketching and water coloring to stitching to book binding to acrylic painting to collage and it all makes me so happy. Someone once told me you have to concentrate on one thing but whatever my muse tells me to do that’s where I’m going that day.
In a way, at least for me, they can be one thing.
I have all my supplies, and all my mother’s supplies…
One can never use them all up, or, Heavens to Murgatroyd; toss…
I, too, am an illustrator at heart.
It really is what I do best.
(in fact, I ALWAYS have to draw “the thing”…esp when in conversation w the hubs: “here, let me get a pencil and just draw what I’m trying to explain…”
I totally get that.
Your journey touches my heart in so many ways. It’s amazing how your supportive followers seem to speak from their hearts too … the exchanges are enriching … if the soul could speak. What you send out to the universe makes it feel like a better place …
gee that would be great, really. Maybe that is what drives us?
how items from our past feel like old friends. that shared history. stuff created in your classes is especially dear to me. eye exercises are helpful! videos online.
I have gathered a big list of exercises for so many thingS!
I’ve just walked in from time with a watercolor group, 6 friends, mostly very novice, who sit and paint together. And here are all these lovely old paints in circulation…in use or in memory. Tender.
what a nice thing, a watercolor group
Gosh that sounds nice 🙂
Ha I’m vintage too! I still have oil paints from when I was in high school 1979, and they’re still good along with raggedy old brushes … the best kind 😁✌🏼💙
they last, got some of my dad’s old paper and paints too.
…reaching back…a kind of Returning to ourselves.
Your paint set…well used and just there being the treasure that it is …gifting us so many things.
Yes, that is such a nice circular image…
I still use my childhood set of watercolours often, and I also use my mother’s watercolours, she had so many tubes as well as the half pan type, and her pencils and her unused sketchbooks! It feels special to use the materials I used to watch her using when I was a child.
How wonderful that you still have them
Yes, I too still use some of my mother’s paints and well worn pencils…treasures. Very nice to hear you do the same…this makes me smile…we all may live in different parts of the world, living such different lives ..and yet things like this are lovely, shared experiences.
What a lovely set, they don’t put metallics in them now ! love your work on paper Jude ,was your ability to capture personality with your fabric figures that first attracted me to your pieces. Take care with your eyes darling.
I have come to realize that i am more of an illustrator than a textile artist
Your contour shapes sublime, elements of story captivating … illustration or textile or both ; I am your humble student.
OH, how grand! Isn’t it funny how sewing grabbed you!
yes, and how it is now a base to help me continue where I began…
I think back to private art lessons as a child. How I loved quiet Saturday mornings sketching, and working with pastels and paint! I rarely work in these media, bit it has carried over to my stitching. You, Jude, are a rare vintage! 🌙
I am enjoying the same feelings I had back then, how you never loose them…
Keepers! Still have my 1967 watercolor set from my first year of college too. Used it last week at a travel journal retreat in Taos. Some things are just too good to ever toss!
and i still bring out my conte crayons and charcoals from life-drawing classes back in 1971….most are just stubs, but they feel so good.
my pencils are stubs!
I am amazed that I never used them up…
i’m kinda glad that i still have the ends…both to use now, continuing, and also for the good memories …keeping that “alive” feeling of when i was young(er)!
I dig my paint pans out every few years. And I mix and paint and remind myself of how VERY much I loved watercolors.
I have always found them so dream-like