Drawing is a good word.
When you sit down to render an image, you are pulling it out of the air, really.
I also feel the act of drawing is pulling me.
It nudges me to look closely, to pay attention and to remember. It forces me to make decisions along the way.
I started my drawings this week the same way I worked last week, in a very small format, with permanent ink. I went a little bit larger for sketches of a couple houseplants.
Finally, my largest offering is still only 5 x 7 inches.
I’m struggling with this more than I like to admit. I’ve let myself go rusty at a skill I was good at and took a lot of pride in. It is difficult to note how hard it is to make that first mark, decide on the view, plot the composition, work in the shadow…
It’s all good exercise, though.
I started this blog after a period of great loss and sadness in my family. I wanted to slow down, to savor the days and to pay attention.
Writing has helped me to do that.
Drawing helps, too.