The fall colors were brilliant this past week, but then it rained, it turned cold, and the wind blew, and by today most of the color was gone, and all that was left was the pale yellows and browns. I was sitting on the edge of the back field, looking for something to draw. I had watercolors with me, but I was cold and the sun kept hiding behind long dark clouds and everything seemed gray. So I took out my pen and did a black and white sketch of the far edge of the field, where a yellow-capped stand of birch rose in front of a backdrop of dark pines.
It was a nice day yesterday and I had finished my chores, so I headed down to the swamp to see what I could see. It had been a dry summer so the water level had dropped, leaving a nice dry flat plateau by the shore where normally it would have been too wet to walk. From there I had a clear view down the swamp. I first drew the pen and ink and colored it in with colored pencils, then I tried a watercolor of the same scene. It's not much to look at, but it was nice to get out and draw for the first time in a while.
Some of the best work I've done isn't hanging on a wall; it's sitting in a box in my closet that's full of my old sketch books. I fill up one or two books each year. Some of the sketches end up as a basis of a more formal work, but most don't. They’re more important to me as a pictorial diary and also as on-going training; learning to really see and to understand shape, light and color.
This blog is to share my sketches as well as my sketching experiences.