Now that Fall has hit, I can sit outside without sweating, being stung and sunburn.
Yesterday, I sat and watched the comings and goings, couples drinking coffee and a little dog who snapped at the patrons.
Finally, a day for celebration. It was my pre-birthday and celebrated with my best friend with lunch and a cocktail.
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.
What a fun Saturday morning sketching and creating a new sensation for my eyes. The world always opens up when one has patience and determination.
I am on to something I like; a looseness and sense of play.
More to come.
After looking at some of Michael Ehrhardt’s work this week, I became inspired. He is an accomplished and prolific German artist, who works in acrylics.
He is masterful.
My artwork defines itself lately by scribing my thoughts in pen, and wanted to give something new a try. I wanted to share the punctuation of line, with an inappropriate/inconsistent/landscape-like background.
I like and may integrate more into my work. Thank you for the inspiration.
While waiting to eat lunch with my friend Kathy and family; I started sketching. Near, was an industrial coffee grinder that looked cast out of the hardest metals. The shapes were formed, banged and screwed.
Of course I had to start a drawing. However, everyone came and I couldn’t finalize what I saw.
Late today, I started to look at it and decide if it was worth putting more ink on paper.
Glad I did.
This is not the surge or even something new. I am having trouble with that.
There has to be something more than just putting lines on paper. There has to be a little meaning for me.
In front of the counter, every restaurant gets an A health rating. It’s what’s in back that hides “the works”. I regularly sit at counters and always sit in a position to see the plates, glasses, etc. This cafe is spotless, really clean and organized. I am in awe of someone who probably has their house in order, when I can’t seem to get the garbage out.
He doesn’t know nor care, this King of Nothing with an impression in his crown. Mettled shapes that feel good to the hand.
His creation. His dominion.
Another illustration in a developing series of street scenes. 2 weeks ago, it was just Frankfort Avenue. Today, both Clifton Avenue and an intersection with Frankfort.
Of course, the location is of no interest to anyone but me. However, it could be your neighborhood, city or village.
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.