Color imbalances, sloppy geometry, cluttered messes...
I gave up on all of these drawings as I sought what really worked.
This is the graveyard of art, and I cherish every soul resting here, out of sight, in the dark where no one can see them. They are what give meaning to the drawings that breathe.
R.I.P.
Kinda evil looking...
Many hours not wasted
A door that never opened
Almost...
Anyone have a defibrillator?
Some were right on the edge of becoming something more than lines and colors.
I didn't know what was wrong at the time, I just knew I felt exhausted every time I worked on all of these.
The drawings didn't speak to me. I continued to force it until I lost heart.
I have a theory:
The more complex the geometry, the less variety and saturation of color the drawing will take. Simple shapes like bright, complex colors. Complex shapes do not... because their essence is contained in their architecture.
...or could it simply personal preference?
Is art purely subjective? Or are there natural laws that define beauty?
-Kabba
So true. Every piece of art, whether it 'worked' or not, builds something within us that can be built upon in our continuing work. Which is why it's so important to not be disenchanted by our 'failures' and to continue our creative journey.
I like your theory too. That simple shapes can take to bright colors more easily, whereas more complex structures don't. Perhaps why architectural images looks stunning in black and white.
Ohh I just saw your comment. Thanks for the reflection! It's hard to resist adding more and more color, but then I always find the B&W images to be favorites in the end.
Pleasure. Have always loved the 'power' of black and white. Loved working with charcoal and always loved the suggestiveness of Seurat's drawings.