Forest clam dense and velvet soft you cling to the rough edge of a mighty companion is it an arrangement of convenience? Or perhaps, something more? How did you get up there? So high does the rest of your kind know where you are? Your Orange burns bright amidst this barren way.
Last year my focus of improvement was in gesture drawing and conveying more movement and action in my figures. I had to become more comfortable with working more loosely and treat each mark as an opportunity for learning rather than a precious object that may be ruined.
Freehand drawing used to intimidate me and I viewed it as a skill I did not possess. After a year of doing it with permanent markers without the option to erase or undo I’m feeling more comfortable with diving into a fresh sheet of paper. The worst that can happen is that I just have to start all over again.
This year I’ve been experiencing a more unplugged life than the past couple of years. So far the first things I’ve noticed is that time feels slower paced, more spacious, and solitary. It’s as though each day is a page being turned without hurry in a crowded room.
The other day I went to visit the ocean to recharge with the smell of sea salt and the steady hum of the waves. To my surprise several Horseshoe Crabs were mating by the shore. I recorded the moment in my sketchbook which is starting to become a visual journal.
I usually don’t use reference for my drawings or paintings. Over the years I have tried to work from memory. I’m now going back to basics and committing more time to life drawing to better understand my subjects and how their existence makes my existence possible.