I attended a meeting last week on the Cherokee Reservation in western North Carolina. A couple of times I went out to sketch late in the day. On Monday I was sitting on the pool patio watching a thunderstorm pass to the west. As it got darker the only light I had was from a distant streetlight. I wanted to capture a flash of lightening, but it seemed that every time one struck I was looking down at the paper, so I had to guess a little. On Tuesday evening I walked down the river next to the hotel and was drawn to three culverts on the rocky bank of the stream.
On the plane ride home I had some fun with a conte pencil. I have been having trouble drawing hands, so I practiced using my left hand as a model, then I moved on to some fun drawing.
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.