I’ve made a kind of resolution to sit down and draw every night, so far it’s going rather well. Perhaps resolution is too strong a word, becase a resolution is too easy to break – infact a resolution is almost asking to be broken.
What people never seem to realise is that drawing is almost entirely down to practice, its about training your eye to see what is actually in front of you rather than what you see and what you think is in front of you. The thing is, when you see things normally you are just making assumptions, half the time your brain is just doing a join the dots routine.
The reason people often think they can’t draw is because they draw according to the dots – they draw according to the processed image their brain produces rather than looking past this to look at the angles and the actual realtionships of the various subject objects in 3D space.
Unfortunately I haven’t drwan in a serious way for years and years – most of the time I can still fool people but frankly my current level of drawing is crap. Hence the practice.
At school we used to have life drawing for I think about 4 or 5 hours per week, and no matter what kind of art you produce I think its a worthwhile thing to do – its a kind of visual meditation, anyway practice makes perfect. Hopefully.
Marilyn sat like a boulder in the stream of butterfiles – eddys spinning off around her. There was some good feedback from the damaged wedding guests as they emerged the next morning for breakfast.