Well, I did not do a pure contour drawing as I’d planned yesterday. I totally forgot. Instead my approach came at a different angle, literally. Not straight on as before, but tilted slightly to the left. It made me struggle with perspective, which I have not resolved, but oh well. New shadows were cast from my desk lamp, too.
But tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow I will tackle the pure contour, the kind where the rule say you’re not allowed to lift your pen or look at your paper!!!
Oh wow, these objects make it so easy to jump from reality to fantasy with these drawings. I have thrown discipline out the window already! Good riddens, I say.. Maybe tomorrow I will pull back and slow down with a contour drawing. This is what I tried to do today but I’m too revved up in between walking the dogs, throwing laundry in, helping Bob with his pc, scattered mind. Scattered energy. BLAH!!!
I like that my objects are contained in a box. I like that my objects are all from the natural world – even the box. I like that there is a variety of shapes, textures, geometric and organic. I like that this is mine and I can play with it however I want.
First drawing of this “Darling Clementine” crate with found objects from my walks and stuff found around the yard: bee hive, nest, twigs. Our art circle is going to try drawing for 5 minutes a day – the same thing. So this is my subject matter. Just a rough sketch today because it took some time to arrange and secure the objects, not to mention decided on something that wouldn’t bore me.
Whatever device you use to view this last yellow rose from my garden…it won’t allow you to experience the powerful but delightful fragrance of this tiny flower – a delicacy I will hold in my memory as we fall into the winter months here in the midwest.
This weekend marks the beginning of Autumn — sweater weather and football here in the midwest. There’s an old superstition that claims you can balance an egg on it’s end during this Fall Equinox, but according to fact-checker Snopes you can do that any ole’ day of the year.