Sitting in the sun on a bench in front of ‘dreams of beans’ and sipping a latte. The sun is out and although the weather AP says six degrees it feels more like 15 already, it’s already a beautiful day.
I like drawing buildings, they don’t move and they are challenging to get right; proportion, size, color, depth. I never get it quiet right but if I want quiet right of take a photo anyway.
Drawings are like taking souvenirs from places I’ve been. The chance to look back and smile.
The sharpie is getting a little tired. Which means the blacks aren’t as black and the tip isn’t as sharp(ie) so basically it has a whole different charm.
I was going to use a pilot pen as well but then decided I didn’t want the fine lines, so I left it alone. The shading and the texture of the paper worked well to capture the feel, the light, the dark.
Hate the way the strat’ turned out… But the P bass looks awesome.
I mean if you can’t criticize and pat yourself on the back in one sentence what is the point of a blog?
So… Listen with me, I can hear;
My ears ringing
The wind in the trees
The cars on the street
The compressor of the refrigerator
A moving chair
A child’s cough
A running tap
A subtle crack
The building sleeping
The water in the heater
The drizzle on the window
My need to sleep
Fixer stinks like shit. It permeates my space and makes everything smell like a caustic aerosol. I can’t stand it.
It’s required though, especially with charcoal. Still I feel a little bit of my brain dies every time I fix a piece of art.
I really hated this about half way through, I almost tore it up. But it’s a bit of an internal fight to see it through. I have found that dissatisfaction helps me let go a little and the process flows a little more smoothly as a result.
So in the end, once photographed, I kinda like this.
I like that it took about 30 minutes. That the perspective and depth work. That I stopped before I ruined it and that you do get a feel of the room. The few of you who have been here will get that.
I’m standing over the picture… It stinks.
Thank balls that’ll be gone by the morning.
Music: the blood and tinnitus in my ears, it’s quiet tonight.
I needed an evening with my thoughts
There’s a lot bouncing around in my head that needs filing and collating.