All of a sudden, the gods of sketch are smiling, lifting the veil of uncertainty and allowing me to see color and line. I am not afraid to cover in opaque washes, distributing massive strokes over painstaking lines I just earlier drew.
How is this possible?
I think that ever good artist is willing to sacrifice the sketch for an idea. Nothing comes of playing it safe and certainly the heart doesn’t beat any faster do the same thing. Even though the observer of only a few of my pages wouldn’t understand the road, I see huge leaps in line quality, color choices and most of all – compositional phrasing.
What is compositional phrasing? It is my definition of how the linear plays with the depth, the seek and find from layer A to layer H. In between, is the magic where the eye dances.
Or, could it be my new pencil bag, satchel and cool Christmas art supplies? I am voting for the nice conversation they must be having, when not in use and laying in wait for my hands.