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 am a rightie, but draw sometimes like a leftie. It seems like I am trapped inside the looking-glass. That’s the beauty of a perception within one’s creative mind.
What out is in and in is left.
Challenged by a friend to draw the inside of a cabinet, I reluctantly opened several for “that cool perspective”. However, none really made me happy, until I started cooking dinner.
Inside the cupboard was a masterpiece, several hanging precariously unbalanced. This was the last place I wanted to look and the first, worthy of sketching.
I used to have neighbors who banged their pots and pots on New Year’s Eve. Mmmmm, I think I’ll draw.