Sketch of the Day
I miss my studio, but somehow the past two weeks have crippled me in one way or another from starting a painting or any other project for that matter. Health, life, and time issues have robbed me of my energy, as well as my inspiration.
Strangely I am OK with is. I watch movies when I can, look at art, read, enjoy a ride in the country, or getting a massage. I know the muse will visit again, when she knows I can be more prepared to make a date with her.
In order to sharpen my observation and hand/eye skills, and not feel totally stale, I have attempted to make a sketch a night, even if it is a quick action drawing before I retire. I am also trying to push the limits of what I am comfortable with. The inside of my bedroom contains no mountains or trees, but it sure hosts other creatures and objects. I find this exercise akin to bricollage (something made or put together using whatever materials happen to be available) which is a method I have used to make some of my strongest pieces.
I am not comfortable with drawing people. In fact, I am downright bad. But I sketched this from a book I was reading about the painting methods of the Impressionists, and I came across a photograph of french painter Edourd Vuillard. His mood projects how I have felt on and off a few times this week.
Only I have more hair on my head and less on my face.
Off to sketch my next victim/subject, before I watch Anne Boleyn lose her head. Or maybe that is in the next episode.