Late afternoon rolls around and I find myself antsy, itching to create something.
Anything.
I grab a sketchbook last used in February 2019 and tape off the edges of a page to form a border. Then I grab a pen, park myself in front of my bedroom dresser, and impulsively start blind-contour drawing a ceramic bowl and carafe that sit on the dresser-top.
In no time, I'm off to the races, running full tilt, shifting from one location to another in my bedroom and office, simultaneously rotating the sketchbook as I go. I draw whatever catches my eye: a ceramic pencil holder, a timer, plants in a tin container, a notebook's spiral binding, a bottle of body lotion, part of a postcard—all on the same page. I look at the page only to give myself starting points. I'm a whirling dervish!
Until I slow way down.
I pivot from impulsive and improvisational to deliberate and focused, fusing all the linework from the frenetic blind-contour drawing with neurographic smoothing.
Eventually I step back, fascinated to see an abstract "circuit board" capturing on paper the pure pleasure of fully engaged process.
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Now what?
No idea.
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work in progress 9 x 12"; ink on drawing paper |
2 comments:
What a remarkable journey! Proves we don't have to travel across the world for inspiration! Can't wait to the colorful journey this piece will take!
Carol, you're ahead of me in thinking color! I am still way up close and personal, zoomed in to each intersection of black ink lines! Color, eh?
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