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Cheap Pencils

When I went to art school it was drilled into me that my art materials had to be of the highest quality. Anything else was crude and beneath the status of a high caliber artiste.

While I agree that your drawing paper, mats and backing board must be acid free, I don’t agree about things like pencils and pigments. I am happier and more relaxed with a set of cheap markers than I am with a set of expensive ones. I bought my last Rapid-O-Graph years ago. There are wonderful alternatives like Sekura Micron or calligraphic pens.

I have found since leaving school that successful artists are getting away with all kinds of innovative art materials. I even heard of someone using shoe polish.

But I really want to talk about pencils. I haven’t bought a “professional” pencil since art school. I really haven’t. I collect pencils and pens when I go to public events. People will always have them as giveaways and I will sometimes take a couple or three: one in every color.

I don’t even know where I got most of my pencils. Some say “Vote yes UAW organizing department.” I don’t even know what that is. Some say “Texaco” “Machinists Union” or “Diversity Day 1994.” And I have a lot of those number 2 yellow pencils. Don’t even ask me where they came from.

I must admit I have bought some novelty pencils that had unusual attributes like a hologram design or a fridge magnet taped to them. And believe it or not, I still have some Ebony pencils from 20 years ago. I just don’t have a use for them so they stay in my pencil box.

Maybe for old time’s sake I will buy a few B and 2B pencils from the art store. But as long as the non-artist pencils will do the job why spend more money?

Buddy

Buddy, a yellow lab

This is Buddy

The other day I went to a gathering at the home of one of my friends. She has a beautiful house that she and her husband built in the mountains of Morrison County.

Whenever we go we are greeted by her two dogs. There is a cat that is at best indifferent to our arrival and may tolerate being petted but never makes any effort.

The dog pictured here is Buddy. I caught him in the middle of a yawn. It’s kind of a smiling yawn. I wonder how he does that.

The other dog is a senior and usually wakes up long enough to come out and receive his required scratch before he goes back to his doggie bed to snooze the rest of the day away.

Buddy, being younger, always gets his scratches and rubs first before everyone goes into the house. The poor senior, whos name I forgot, is usually just beginning to wobble toward us and is sometimes not noticed. I usually wait for him and give him his scratch behind the ear so he can go back to sleep feeling loved.

This last time we didn’t see him until we were piled in the cars and leaving. I thought about telling the driver to stop so I could get out for a minute or two but I didn’t. I am feeling a little guilty.

Meanwhile I am glad I caught this picture of Buddy giving me a wag, a smile and a yawn all at the same time.

Marker joy

Who would have thought I would be as happy at 55 with a new set of markers as I was when I was 10?

I am even happier now because my little brother isn’t here to destroy them. Actually, the chances of that happening are way down since he is almost 50.

They came from my Favorite art supplier, Dick Blick, along with a new set of watercolor pencils and a container of mineral spirits.

Although the markers were shrink-wrapped and sanitized for my protection, the mineral spirits were not, and leaked all over the inside of the box. This is really odd. The lid was sealed, the cap was tight and there was a white plastic cap over that which I had to pry off. Still, it leaked. Go figure. Fortunately no harm done as far as I can tell. It’s a good thing the spirits I bought are odorless.

I have received fragrant packages before where lotion, perfume or some other liquid has escaped its container. It doesn’t make me want to sniff the back of a mail carrier’s truck any time soon, especially if someone’s cheese was not packaged correctly.

But I digress.

For an artist art supplies are like food. No matter what the economy is up to (or down to) we must have our art toys. The need to create and express oneself is truly as necessary as the need to eat. The term “starving artist” came from the knowledge that for some the passion for art comes above all else. It’s as important to some of us as the need to breathe.

Even people in prison find a way to create art.

Those who went to art school were brainwashed into thinking that only the finest and most expensive materials were worthy of securing a place in our studios. Those same people told us that our art is only worthy if it had been judged by some snob with an unpronounceable name and a long line of credentials. Excuse you?

After all that art school snobbery and pretentiousness I am still giddy over a set of new candy-colored markers. Go figure.

Know when to let go


Many times we find ourselves nurturing a habit that no longer fits our lifestyle or is no longer good for our well being.

As I re-determine each morning to live the life of an artist no matter what, I have to ask myself what I should hold on to and what I should let go of.

Today I got a notice that my SCBWI membership is about to expire. I had coveted this membership so badly years ago and was happy to finally scrape up the money to become part of this prestigious society of artists.

But as my vision for myself and my dream transformed and solidified I realized that much my art would be for adults. I realized that I did not want to illustrate someone else’s words. I did not want an editor telling me to make the skin lighter on my characters.

Still, I have clung to SCBWI for several years. But the more I read the message boards the more I realize that this is not my crowd. Their values are not my values. They were even having a discussion about dragons being too scary for children. That to me was just too anal and stupid for me to deal with. No editor dictates what I create.

So I have decided to say Good-bye to SCBWI. There are other places for me to spend my money and other ways to make it.

Think about what you have in your life that is doing you no good. Can you get what you need from other sources? Is your money and time better spent in other endeavors? Is it time to let go?