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Beach Scene

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.

Electric Meters, Glenside PA

You know what, there are so many electric meters around and all of them pretty much seem to want to keep to themselves. But they cannot hide from me.

Note: a reader gently corrected me. These are gas meters. I knew that. Of course I did. The guys are so tricky. Never mind. I still liked drawing them!

Keswick Avenue, Glenside, PA, 6/21. Pen and ink in my 8″ x 5″ sketchbook.

Odd Lady

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.

And Who Might You Be?

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.

Woodmere Landscape Class: Epilogue 2

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!

Woodmere Landscape Class: Epilogue 1

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.

Black Paper and White Ink

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.