Sunday, September 19, 2010

Haying Started

Okay, this is another one of those posts where I hope I don’t regret it…I decided, ‘Oh what the heck, just start it—what’s the worst that could happen, right?’ To be honest, I’m not really sure what result I’m looking for. I am completely winging it and it may be a total flop. As you can see, I’m going with pen and ink for right now, and I don’t know but that I might switch over to some black ink at some point. I may even go for some color other than blacks or browns…

You may have also noticed that I altered the placement of some objects, and eliminated others…artist’s prerogative. And that line down the center is because my scanner is too small for this 9" x 16" image—had to do it in two parts.


  1. Oh, be still my heart! This will be beautiful!!! I LOVE the wide expanse of the sky, if that's what that will be.

  2. Yes, that wide open feel is part of what appeals to me. Thanks for your vote of confidence--I still feel in a bunch over it, so I'm just messing with the 'grass' for now--you know how I can't resist that that grass...

    At any rate, it should be an interesting experinment.

  3. I used to draw jets shooting at each other flying through the air. I guess I was seven at the time and I could better flames spurting from the cannons than anyone. Then I graduated to depicting those Mexicans attacking out Alamo with muskets a'bursting. I could make better flames coming out of those musket barrels than anyone.

    Finally I got away from flames shooting and discovered something I think called 'perspective'. That is where you have lines fanning out from a single point and I could draw things within those lines, specifically houses, and could actually see things from an angle as they shrunk away from me. I thought that was pretty cool. I guess I was fifteen.

    Then it occurred to me that drawing inanimate stuff was pretty boring. Every now and then I would attempt to draw a face or a body -- a person. Over and over I would try because I was realizing that the person...a body with face and limbs was the real art. Even in my wildest imagination could I ever interpret when I drew as even approaching a person.

    All of this to simply say that I can imagine you bending over your drawing table or leaning toward you easel with a pen or pencil or whatever and with infinite patience and not a whole lot of effort sketching out real people. And I just stare in wonder.

    Am I being effusive? I don't mean to be. When I look at a drawing, I search for people. People in art mean something. You draw people. There. Period.

  4. Jerry, I can’t say that I ever drew jets or flames as a girl, but I sure remember that being the subject of my 3 brothers’ ‘artwork.’ Was all your artillery part of homemade comic books, too?

    A couple weeks ago, I was looking through my old scrapbook at stuff I did when I was—oh, maybe around 9 or 10—most all of it was people, lots of faces. It was pretty hard to get a sibling to sit long enough to draw them, so, I often had to resort to my imagination or a self-portrait—don’t know why it never occurred to me to draw someone from a magazine or a photo. But it did train my eye.

    As much as I loved to draw faces, I can’t tell you what a thrill it was to learn the trick of drawing perspective—it was hard to make soft edges of a face look three dimensional, but a building, now that I could do! (I may have been just a little younger than 15)

    As for the sitting at my drawing table—yes, patience, but a lot of effort—well, maybe more perseverance than simple effort; it can be quite painstaking, and there are some real humps to get over...subject for another time...

    Now who’s being effusive? (lovely sounding word)
    ...and, I’m really glad you like my people :)


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