I went to the WGBH Art Walk on Newbury St. last night and got inspired by all the great art I saw. Today I took a walk down to the Miller’s River and found a view of this neat railroad bridge while sitting on a large rock in the middle of the river. I drew it first with oil pastels on pastel paper, trying to be more artistic with my coloring. Then, I liked the scene so much I did it again in pen and ink.
On the way home I came upon the falls on the 1,000-acre brook from a different angle than what I drew the week before and couldn’t pass it by.
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.