The book was beside the point.
I look down and sketch. Look up, and the car is gone. Dammit. Must have been in a hurry, because they left the front-end, or is it my drawing?
None the less, I had to work around the inconvenience.
This is my safe place for mind and art. In this place, nothing invades unless I allow.
What a perfect Sunday to paint and draw. The dog is by my feet, the bagels are in my stomach and the nap was excellent.
This is what the inner workings of an instructional manual looks like to me. Every one of them. One might as well blur it as well, because I can’t see the directions, fathom A. to B., and certainly can’t insert figure 1 into 5.
I am a “man-thing failure” and am okay with that.
Imagine little time to sketch, but long on desire. That’s what I had to work with.
I sketched fast, smart and with dispatch as Captain Picard would have said.
Just imagine a Kiku. Now imagine a sky of Kikus.
Sitting in front of me, I heard the whisper, the call. Draw us.
Fun project I just finished for Sketchbook Skool. Love this group and enjoy tossing ideas around with other artists.
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.