Four years ago, I began my journey back into drawing. It was a long process muddled with frustration, impatience, loss of confidence and laziness. I finally reached that point where, no matter what the outcome, drawing has become a part of my every day. I have accepted my limitations but have not lost faith in my ability to do better.
A fond childhood memory, Sunday afternoons at the beach drinking warm Coca Cola from colorful plastic cups and listening to the crashing waves while staring at the dark sea on our way home after sunset.
This took a while to draw. I wanted to work on proportions and shading. It’s a slow process. I don’t normally like to take my time while drawing but I see now what a difference it makes. Really seeing. Focusing on shapes, angles and not what my brain tells me what a certain object looks like. And negative space!
Very appropriate considering all the snow that has fallen so far within the past three days. I can appreciate its beauty from behind my window, not my car but from my home. The biting, cold air is a refreshing change from the stale, warm air indoors. A quick pop outdoors, take a few deep breaths and pop right back in.
Tatiana. I’ve forgotten about this perfume. Do they still sell it? I don’t remember what it smells like. Will I recognize it if I get a whiff of it today? What kind of memories will it trigger?
Crunchy snow underfoot or an unwelcome crunch coming from the woods?
What? This isn’t candy?