You may remember that a few days ago I showed you a photo and drawing of me at Slaughter Beach, DE, where we went in July, 2021, for a day trip. Here’s a portrait of the beach as we saw it on this day.
And here is a drawing I made of it in my 5″ x 8″ sketchbook.
Here is a photo my husband took of me in July in Slaughter Beach, Delaware. I was not posing like this; he was just snapping some photos and caught me in this position. Well, why not immortalize it in pen and ink, I said to myself one night while lying on the sofa watching TV and getting ready to draw something.
So I did, giving it the time it deserved – about 30 seconds each. A couple of tiny blind contour drawings. I am fascinated by how this kind of drawing develops images that are strangely true and yet very far from reality.
I collect bits of conversation as material for Little Vines poetry that I write. I get these bits of discarded talk from things I have overheard, or sometimes from TV dialogue. On these particular nights I must have found the talk on TV to be a little pedestrian for my taste, so I turned to blind contour drawing of the characters on the screen.
Understand, by the time I had whipped my pen around the face the person had usually gone out of the scene or the camera on to a different person. Well, so what? I just picked up with the new person.
Some of these turned out with something interesting to impart and others look like sad attempts at a cartoon, maybe. All of them were fun to do. Try it.
In my recent landscape painting class at Woodmere Art Museum I did a painting of the parking lot and some trees. I was interested in how I might depict the shadows on the pavement. Not knowing how things would go, I snapped a photo of the scene. Later on I did a pen drawing of the photo, just for fun.
It’s not from exactly the same angle as the painting, but I will show them both to you and you’ll see the connection. First, the photo:
Now, the drawing:
And here is the painting, to refresh your memory.
Here they are together. The drawing is about 5″ x 8″ and the painting is 18″ x 24″. I think it is interesting how I could get so much mileage out of a parking lot scene. The moral of the story is, never overlook the ordinary as a source of inspiration, I guess!
You may remember in my posts about my landscape class at Woodmere Art Museum I mentioned a painting I did (and destroyed later on) of the dumpsters. Well, I did do a drawing of it. I guess the purpose was to exorcise the demon, maybe, and show myself I could get a grip on this scene and depict it. Here is the photo:
And here is my little pen drawing. It’s about 8″ x 8″.
Well, maybe it’s not the best thing I have ever done, but it was satisfying to feel I did capture the scene, once and for all.
Some time back I bought a pad of black paper. I put it in a cabinet and forgot about it until recently, when I noticed it while looking for something else.
I had recently bought a new white pen. I figured I’d do a little doodling to see how the pen worked, and if I liked using black paper. I drew objects I saw on the TV show we were watching as well as some fanciful embellishments. I don’t know who the woman is that I pictured – just drew a face and there she was.
I’m not that interested in the black paper but I like the white pen a lot. That’s my conclusion from this little foray. But, there are still pages left in the black paper pad. I am sure I will find something to do with them in due time.
I think that this page represents the idea of daydreaming, or ideas that flow through the mind with no order to them except what they make for themselves.