Much of the year, I live in a world that is predominantly black and white. I notice subtle variations in tone, textures, and how the light lets the shadows create another layer of interest. You might think sketching in black and white would come easily to me. That would be an incorrect assumption. I used to love to draw…and I used to draw a lot. No more. With other materials pulling my attention away, I let drawing fall by the wayside.
Sometimes I really miss it: the zen-like state of studying the subject, the marking tool moving smoothly across the paper, and the magic of an object or a scene coming to life on the page. Mostly, I feel bad about letting a skill go, simply from lack of practice. I’ve been thinking, lately, about how to change that. Discipline is not one of my strengths.
I’ve been plotting out a drawing class (“You teach best what you most need to learn.”), as a means of getting back into drawing regularly. With about an hour divided between instruction beforehand and discussion afterward, we could still fit a good hour of drawing time into every two-hour class. An hour a week to draw is about an hour a week more than I’ve given that practice in the last year.
More immediately, though, I decided to try to do at least one sketch every day. As with all of my great plans (daily meditation, exercise, writing, cleaning…), it’s been a little hit-or-miss. As I mentioned, I’m not very disciplined. I did, however, bring my sketchbook along on my trip down-state, and then on to Florida, and managed to make at least one simple sketch every day of my vacation. So, that’s what I’m featuring today, in my “timeout for art.”