There are the drapes and the clutter, who hide behind the boxes and move like film among the wires; to the beat of Saturday while alone.
From shape to shape, the natural and machined, bend my eye. Nothing escapes the attraction of curve, fluid mass and void.
Even though imaginative color is applied by you, the beat of a hand touching paper goes on.
The artist never stops to admire a “perfect sketch”, because none exists.
Restless minds cave to desire.
Thank you for every message, kind words and encouragement. The surgery went well and am now home recovering. (https://www.spine-health.com/treatment/spinal-fusion/acdf-anterior-cervical-discectomy-and-fusion)
While in my hospital room, the first thing I did was grab a sheet of paper and a pen. Even though the sketch was not up to my standards, the pain-free experience was. My right index finger still has a little numbness on the very tip, but everywhere else is back to normal.
Let’s see what is in store tomorrow. I want to challenge myself, but I want to be realistic.
Thank you again for your well wishes and warm comments.
Today, I looked at monsters in a box. Inside, there were two fishing reels. Both unused for many years, but one in particular, for three generations. They posed an idea and threat for a sleepy Friday. Draw them, be accurate and try to be sane.
The illustration required a great deal of patience, hand control and being fluid. Because the shapes overlapped, finding clarity in both, was a huge issue. Hoping, I shaded and painted, trying to distinguish both.
Let’s see. I may go back and work more. Maybe not.
I though I better practice perspective today. With rain pending, I went for a drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a bunch of tools and went to work.
Forgetting how hard tools are, the drawing progressed, went backwards, and then moved ahead. The problem with a recognizable object is; familiarity. If one screws up, it’s so damn obvious.