I wasn’t able to continue a long string of daily sketches because of a freelance job. Yesterday’s project took the entire day, which depleted my energy to illustrate. Sometimes, working for someone else will do that.
When I used to carve stone, the little cracks and grooves suggested where to go. One line organized the next and another flowed from the other. I found harmony in the yield of the rock while satisfying myself. Somehow, we found a relationship and lived in peace.
Can it be done with line? I come close to allowing my hands to orchestrate the shape, yet I can’t hold or smell the outcome.
I miss the rugged artwork I used to create.
Today, I painted an entire page in my book with a sepia watercolor wash. After letting it dry, I took to the new found texture with expressive happiness. Each line became more meaningful, with more and more depth revealing itself.
There are definitely abundant possibilities for future illustrations, especially if I move to joining digital and analog. The texture in the background now feels as if it can support an introduction of further color use with a dominant line.