Oil Pastel and Charcoal Portrait

I am experimenting with my new coloured charcoal pencils that I got as a Mother’s Day gift this past weekend.  I need a lot more practice, but I do love the medium.  Here is my recent attempt.  My apologies to the subject.  Portrait of A

Pansies This Time

I belong to a website called “Paint My Photo” where very generous photographers provide examples of their work for others to use for drawing or painting.  Here is an oil pastel I did today from a gorgeous photo by S. Belle-Isle.

Pansy Bed by Mollie Pearce McKibbon

Pansy Bed by Mollie Pearce McKibbon

I wish I could get the rich deep purples of the pansies.  God  is the best artist.

Drawing On My Family

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What does an artist do when there are no models to pose?  Why we draw upon our family members, at least I do.  I had this photo of our youngest son taken in a coffee shop and felt inspired to try and capture what is a familiar gesture.  Drawing family members has its own difficulties as one’s preconceptions often get in the way.  Our mind’s eye is often in opposition to what we actually see.  Consequently we rarely can draw the person as we truly see them.  However, I think this time I came a bit closer than I have before.

It was the first time that I had used oil pastels in a long time, but my way of using them, blending and layering came quickly back to me.  I like working with oil pastels because they smudge less than chalk pastels and they aren’t as hard to clean up after as oil paints.  When I’m drawing or painting I go into a trancelike state of pure pleasure.  Even when I am struggling with part of a drawing I am enjoying the process.  Now that is something I couldn’t say when I was struggling with an algebra problem.  Whenever I hear numbers my eyes glaze over.  I have to say, though, that I admire and envy those for whom mathematics is an art.  Despite the number of engineers in my family tree, sadly I was not blessed with those genes.  Consequently I write and draw.

Of course, I can see a lot of places where I have need of improving.  I’m not a patient artist, spending days on one piece.  I can certainly see the value in it though.  I am not so much on details as on the overall patterns and gestures.  I  admire those who are.  My favourite artists from the past are from the Group of Seven and the French Impressionists.  I can spend hours in front of paintings by Van Gogh, Edgar Degas, August Renoir and Marie Cassatt.  I am entranced by J.E.H. MacDonald, A. Y. Jackson and Lawren Harris, not to forget Emily Carr.  Their paintings are so inspiring, but now I have met even more amazing Canadian and American as well as other artists around the world through Facebook and Mixed Media Workshops.  Once again I feel the desire to express myself as well and it is a great feeling.  I wake up every morning excited to begin the day.

I have posted the photo and the drawing so that you can see what I was trying to convey.  Please let me know what you think.

Earliest Artifacts

Exodus from Aklavik by Mollie Pearce  (age 14yrs.)

From the time I could hold a pencil or crayon I would draw.  At first it was just circles and then the usual stick people.  I was fascinated by grocery stores, so a lot of my drawing involved people shopping and rows and rows of boxes and cans.  Well, I thought they looked like boxes and cans however, as I often had to interpret my drawings for the grownups I guess they looked more like just a lot more circles and rectangles.

Then I got a kidney infection when I was six and wound up in the hospital for about a week.  It was at the beginning of December and the hospital staff were trying to make things look more “Christmassy”.   There was one very talented nurse on our ward who came in on her days off and painted pictures on the windows.  I was absolutely awestruck.  She asked the children on the ward to ask their parents to bring in some old Christmas cards that she could copy in paint on the windows.   She drew amazing (to my eyes) sketches which she filled in with paint.  I watched her for what seemed like hours. I thought to myself ‘I wish I could draw and paint like that.’

I also had a grade one teacher that would draw on the blackboard.  She drew different things for each month.  In April it would be ducks, rain boots and umbrellas.  In May it was flowers.  Even arithmetic questions were illustrated by objects like apples, teepees, trees and pumpkins with plus or minus signs between them.  It was the best thing about arithmetic period.

I filled notebooks with drawings.  In grade four one of my friends spent a whole recess and noon hour showing me how to draw a face on profile.  After that my glorified stick people became more realistic.  Of course, the proportions weren’t right but at least they began to look more human.  My parents had to ask less and less about what I was drawing.

By grade eight I was writing a book I called “Pioneer Daughters” (go ahead and laugh).  As we were at that time living on the prairie in Regina, Saskatchewan,  you can imagine what gave me the idea.  Anyhow I spent a lot of time writing and illustrating my book.  I designed the dresses I imagined the four daughters would have worn and spent a lot of time on the pictures.  That year I was asked to construct the grade eight graduation banner and I loved doing that.

Grade Nine was so exciting for me.  For the first time I was taught art by a real artist, one who had a particular interest in mosaics.  He had designed four mosaics for the school lobby, two were already in place and he was working on the third.  All four mosaics were to illustrate some part of academia.  The one that was in progress was all about Socrates and his students.  Mr. Miller, our teacher, and some grade 12 students were working on it.  That was the year that I discovered oil pastels.  The colours and the way they could be layered and blended enthralled me.  I drew a picture of women trying on hats in a store (still with the store fixation) and then I decided to branch out.

Our family was a naval family and so one of the postings we had was to Aklavik in the Northwest Territories.  I was not happy at the time of the posting as it was interrupting my upcoming Ballet recital, but I was so captured by the immensity, beauty and strangeness of the north that I soon accepted my disappointment.  I was not destined for the stage.  The north captivated me and so when I was trying to decide on what to draw I thought of a school trip we had taken while I was there.  Our teacher had taken us out of school to the river where we watched an Inuit woman cutting up a seal.  She was using the uniquely curved ulu (woman’s knife) and was carving up the seal very efficiently.  That scene was the one I chose to make an illustration of.   I wanted a lot of paper and so I used paper from a large roll of butcher paper and oil pastels.   That picture was one of three large pictures with the arctic as the subject.  Somehow that picture got misplaced after it was marked.   I did two more large pictures: one of the processional at the Anglican Church “All Saints”  and one of the shocking oil tank explosion in Aklavik which we witnessed when the townspeople were evacuated (picture above text).

At the end of the school year Mr. Miller asked me if I would like to help work on the huge mosaic during the summer and of course, I said yes.    It was very flattering to be trusted to cut and place the glass and ceramic tiles in the pattern he had set out.   I worked on it about two hours a day for several weeks until, once again, Dad was posted, this time to Ottawa.   I was thrilled to do it and I was able to work along side a grade 12 student.  Some day I would love to go back to Sheldon Williams High School and see the mosaic I worked on so long ago hanging there in the lobby.  That would be a thrill, even though I was just one of the unsung students who donated their time to work on the mosaics.