It’s not all trees and forests for me, though it seems
that way sometimes. I do like buildings and cityscapes, too, but I just don’t spend a lot of time in cities. Here’s one from a long time ago. I think it’s Boston from 100 Cambridge St, where I worked for a while (though obviously not too hard that day).
The largest pine on my property is by the side of the path just off the back yard. It has a broken branch stub down low that seems to be pointing the way down the path. When the kids were young I nailed the stairs in so we could get up onto the large horizontal branch above the stub. The second picture I did with pastels while sitting in the back yard.
Further down the path is a grove of pines, including the two below that have what loggers call cat faces. I’m not sure where the term comes from and can’t quite see the image of a cat. Anyway, they suffered some sort of injury that killed the bark near the base. Ants were busily tunneling in the one on the right as I drew, creating a pile of sawdust against the base of the tree. They would walk to the edge of one of their tunnels, and drop the sawdust over the edge, one grain at a time.
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.