I love to paint, I love color, I love telling stories in words and pictures. At the core of it all is what I love best: to draw. Why? I think Edgar Degas put it well when he said” “Drawing is not what one sees but what one can make others see.” But sometimes, I think it’s not even that. It’s that I don’t truly see some things until I draw them.
Some days though, it’s not even about seeing. Those days I’m drawing just for the joy of smooshing pencil on paper, or dragging a juicy pen nib across the page, making a ragged line.
And then, I’ll draw anything. Like these “People I’ll never know. The page started with tighter line on the portrait on the left but quickly moved to the jumping, bouncy, continuous line I love on the bearded face.
Mostly though, I like to draw the people I know. This spread is in what I call “almost continuous, not quite blind contour”. My pen stays on the page more than it lifts, and I look up more than I look down, but there are no strict rules about it. Working like this just lets me work fast-ish and loose-ish.
Another kind of drawing-only page in my sketchbook is like this one below : a page of notes and observations made on a naturalist-led boat trip at Everglades National Park. Drawing and writing means I retain and remember better, and it isn’t important to me to make a nice-looking page.
Of course, I add color to a lot of my drawings. Pieces like the ones below are done quickly and color certainly adds to the piece, but its done very quickly, usually just a single wash or a second coat added in before the first one dries.
And now I’ve sort of lost the point of where I was going with this piece. But maybe it was just that I love to draw.