I have been working a lot in my thin-sleeved Moleskin sketchbook this semester. I'm not sure yet where it's going, but I'm hoping the art journal pages will eventually compound to a worthy record of the world I get to see.
My goal is 10 drawings a day, although I'd rather do less than fill pages just to fill them. Sometimes, something like this one comes out.
It seems, at least for now, that drawing from observation is something I am most excited about. There is directness of discovery in the line work, which is so hard to retain in pieces that underwent a rigorous concepting process. It's similar to writing where it's best to keep telling yourself you're not really writing yet, just making notes--and then simply to edit them. At no point are you really "Working on the piece" which is such a cramped feeling that so often lends itself to overworked stiff results--or, in my case, paralysis.
Sketchbook drawing is about capturing something around you and within you in real time. So inconveniently, anxiety seems to really charge my doodles with some kind of power. Boredom makes boring drawings.
It seems, at least for now, that drawing from observation is something I am most excited about. There is directness of discovery in the line work, which is so hard to retain in pieces that underwent a rigorous concepting process. It's similar to writing where it's best to keep telling yourself you're not really writing yet, just making notes--and then simply to edit them. At no point are you really "Working on the piece" which is such a cramped feeling that so often lends itself to overworked stiff results--or, in my case, paralysis.
Sketchbook drawing is about capturing something around you and within you in real time. So inconveniently, anxiety seems to really charge my doodles with some kind of power. Boredom makes boring drawings.
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