I bumped into a little unintended poem in a line of nonfiction text last night:
is a mix
Yes, yes, yes!
Thank you, Shaun McNiff.
I've taken the initiative to surrender to what an exploration of sketching might illuminate for me. I'm finding lyrical visual language.
Today's sketches derive from scenes photographed at The Ovens in Feltzen South, Nova Scotia. I liked sinking fully into shape and line. I liked the act of sketching just for itself. I may use these sketches as reference points for later work, but these are not sketches on a canvas which I will now go on to flesh out. They are just themselves. Little sketches. Refreshing little drinks of cool, clear water on a hot summer day.