I got myself in a real fiddlehead frenzy. There’s a patch of swamp along our road and on the edge between the road and the swamp are some really impressive fiddleheads; fat, tall and with a golden crest. Every time I passed them by I fought the urge to stop. Finally, late Saturday afternoon, I filled my pack with my watercolor tools and biked down the road.
I find watercolors to be a real challenge when sketching. There’s things about them you can’t control, and when I’m drawing I like to be in control. It’s good for me to fight with them every once in a while. Maybe it will loosen me up some.
Sunday was another nice day, and I still hadn’t gotten it out of my system. I decided early to try pastels, and I looked forward to it the whole day. Pastels are something I have not done much work in at all, and I find them harder than watercolors, probably because they don’t lend themselves to the details I’m fond of. I made a mess but I was happy with the result.
Hopefully in another couple of days the fiddleheads will all be ferns and I won’t have to fight these urges anymore.
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.