Today, I was running out of time, and still far behind on all of the things on my list so I opted to just take a break and play a bit with a quick sketch while trying something a little different. That’s why we have a loosely sketched fish inside some sort of blue bubble. I have to admit that being a bit of an introvert, I can definitely relate the joy of being in one’s own bubble. I happily hop outside of it and enjoy time with others, but I soon find myself a bit exhausted and need a moment to recharge. It made me wonder if fish ever face the same problems. Since they often swim in schools of several of them at a time, one might assume they never really need a bit of down time. I remember seeing an article in the New York Times a few years ago that said around 20% of the animal kingdom is a bit more watchful and tends to stay on the sidelines, also called “sitters.” I can’t remember the specifics about fish, but it seemed the sitters there were hard to catch which ended up being a lovely survival mechanism. Once caught, though, they were slow to adapt, so everything sort of balances itself out in the end.
I have to admit, my approach to art is a bit odd in that I simply make something and then ramble on about what comes to mind after that. It’s an internal dialogue that I share freely here, because I myself have often wondered what artists were thinking when they made something. It’s fascinating to me to look at a piece of art and imagine what was going on in the artist’s mind at the time or just after the piece was completed. That story that must surely be there. Granted, my quick little daily offerings aren’t gallery material, but they come with a bonus that gallery paintings don’t usually offer. You don’t have to guess what the heck was going on in my head because I happily share it with you here. For better or for worse, today, I was thinking of the social nature of fish. Which indeed sounds lofty and almost artsy, but in truth, I was just thinking whether or not this particular fish, I’ve named Michael, could indeed be an introvert like myself. The answer, is the best thing about art. It’s whatever I choose to make it.
There’s a power in creating things that weren’t there just moments ago. Each time we take that moment to sketch and/or paint, we make something rather incredible happen. Results indeed may vary, but the very act of image making is as age-old as prehistoric cave paintings. Each line and stroke of the brush communicates a story of some kind. It may or may not be translated as exactly what was going on in the artist’s mind, but a story is created each time. What I share here is only my own story of what my own image revealed to me. And what I adore is that so many of you share your own stories and memories as well. In the end, I think that’s what I hope to achieve with my art. No grand statement from yours truly, but simply an invite to remember something that’s personal to you and your own life experiences. In the end, whether or not we are introverts or extroverts, doesn’t really matter. All humans and even the animal population as it turns out, experience life in their own unique way, inside a little bubble.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Benzimida Orange, Nickel Azo Yellow, Quinacridone Red, and Phthalo Blue. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!
Your goldfish looks like a guy looking for a conversation! Definitely not a ‘sitter’! I’ve often wondered what goes through my mind when I’m doing one of my Zentangle-Inspired pieces, but I’ve given up on it. It jumps around so quickly that I’m soon lost – which is kind of the point. When you’re lost, you discover all sorts of things you would miss otherwise.
Thanks so much, Sandra! 😃💕hehe! Yay! Yeah, my work is a bit like Zentangle… I just let the lines do whatever they want and my mind wander. It’s such a fun thing to DO!
I always enjoy reading the essays that accompany your daily art. I learn a bit more about you and think a bit about myself, how I relate. You capitalize on what’s important to you and sometimes I agree, sometimes not. For all the stories you’ve told about being an introvert, the Little Charlie I’ve come to know on this blog was simply a boy who found his own way around even if it meant he traveled alone. You seemed content with your journey whether or not others followed. I think that sense of independence also marks you as an adult and gives you the strength to feel empathy for the quirky critters of the world around you. Like this singular little goldfish, having a swim in his blue bubble.
Thanks, Sharon! 😃💕And thank you so much for joining me on this journey! You’re right… that Little Charlie just made his own path even when he was traveling it alone. But, of course, never really wanted to be alone so all those quirky critters in the world are now best friends! The very people he needed the whole time.
Injoying the goldfish and the story.
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Thanks so much, Snehlata! 😃💕So happy you liked this!
Beautiful color contrast in your fish painting! It’s really fun to read what’s going on in your head and to share a bit of my own experiences. You’ve created a platform for all of that, plus great art!
Aww that makes me SO happy to hear, Sharon! 😃💕 That’s really my only goal here. I hope I’ve provided a forum that allows us to share freely when it comes to our art and personal stories. That, to me at least, is the best form of art there can be!
I used to be quite the poet. Google my name and my work pops up all over the net. A friend to!d me my poems consisted of me introducing a topic, dancing all around it, losing it, then finishing back where I began and hopefully coming to some pithy conclusion. Ha!! I just liked putting words together to make beautiful pictures in reader’s heads. I get you!😀
Oh my gosh, Lisa… are we actually related?!!! LOL That sounds exactly like what I do here. Love it! I would be proud to be your brother by the way. 😃💕
I always had difficulty with English Literature at school, because I knew that I couldn’t know what the author was thinking. More importantly perhaps, I knew the teachers couldn’t. They could guess, and so could I, so how could they mark me wrong?
The same applies to art appreciation. How can one know what was going on in the mind of Modriani. Lots of others believe he was a great painter; myself, I believe he liked colour but that doesn’t equate to being a great artist, because so do I! LOL
Eventually I gave up on the study of English Literature and, also on so-called critics and trend-setters because they cannot know what was in the artists mind. I have decided to live in bubbles of my own making – they may be small, but at least I know what’s going on in them..
That, my friend sounds like a perfectly wonderful way to live indeed! Love it! 😃💕 Yeah, I agree, it’s strange to have everything filtered through the words of critics. I’m more interested in just learning about the person and making up my own mind about what they might be trying to achieve. Or just guessing for fun, as that’s usually the case. 😉
Enjoy reading your thoughts.
Thanks so much, Subha! 😃💕 So happy you enjoy these posts!
I really like the fish. The blue bubble makes the orange nice and bright. Beautiful colors. I had a fish once named Harold. My husband’s name was Howard and for some reason people would remember him by the name of Harold. That’s how the fish got his name. I should get another fish and name it Rose because my name is June and I get called Rose all the time. …just don’t know where that comes from. 🐡🐟🐠
Thanks, June! 😃💕 Hehe… I adore that story! Harold is a wonderful name for a fish. As would Howard be as well. lol But I’m now totally curious to know why you ended up with the name of Rose. There certainly must be a story lingering there! 😉
Love this „quickie“ 😊
Thanks so much, Dominik!! Glad you liked it! 😃💕
The best gift we can give ourselves is to allow our truth to shine.
That’s so true, Beverly! 😃💕 Beautifully said!
I love the expression on that little fish’s face.
It looks to me like he is seriously considering
breaking out of that bubble…With nose aimed
at 7 minutes past the six, he is contemplating
the hazards. The painting makes me want to
check back to see if he takes the leap of faith.
I love this one and the thoughts you shared on it.
Thanks so much, Sarah! 😃💕 hehe… wouldn’t it be awesome if you came back and he was gone?? Now you’ve got me thinking I should probably check him every now and then. lol