I do believe the title of the post says it all. If I did, well, here they are again. The first one is done in acrylics and ink – another one of those where the random paint inspired the next step – and it ends up being a face.
The second one was a little drawing I made some time back in pen and ink, and now I made it into an ATC, because I liked the look of it and didn’t want it to get lost.
The title of this post is how today’s activity might be listed on a folder in my mental filing cabinet. Last year, I had an entry on my list of things to do in 2018 that concerned making a regular time for drawing. Sort of like the Marathon idea for my writing, the regular practice I have been doing weekly since the beginning of 2017.
Didn’t happen. I did do a lot of drawing during the year – you may remember the illustrations for Fictive Dream’s September Slam?
Or the illustrations for my two-line short story book, Minuscule?
Different things for a different year in 2019, I resolved! I want to spend some time, even an hour, in a designated drawing time each week. Though I’m not going to the same level of formality as for my Marathons right now, I want to make an appointment and meet it.
Today was the day I started to make good on this promise to myself. I dug out my pens and my sketch book. I wanted to go away from my house to do this drawing but the outside temperature was about 28 degrees F and blustery. Too cold for outdoors. So – I went to the Glenside Library and after picking up my books, I settled at a table in the reading area.
I will show you the results. But – I want to say – this is practice. I just want to pick up the pen and draw. This sketchbook is for scrawling away at the pages and for putting some miles on my pens.
I enjoyed myself, I will say that. How relaxing it was to focus on just…drawing. As a note, today I drew in the blind contour manner. I love how it feels to draw this way and I also like the results a lot.
Here are a couple of TV time doodle/drawing/sketch/my hands can’t be still, from December, 2018.
The first one is a blind-contour drawing of my husband sitting slouched in his chair. When I showed him this sketch, he said, My nose does not look like that. He is right, and neither does his hair, but I have got down his posture just perfectly. Just saying.
This next sketch started off as a tiny study for a series of landscape-like paintings I want to do but for now exist only in a lot of small drawings mostly done on scrap paper (like this one). Somehow it turned itself into an odd piece of furniture in an odd room…
The moral of this story is: No reason not to draw wherever and whenever you are. Get that pen out and get it traveling on paper!