Here's what I found on my memory card this afternoon. I quite like many of them. I think I had still life on the brain today. Ever since I have begun (trying) to learn to draw, every object in my daily life has suddenly become elevated to a thing of beauty. I want to draw them all, each and every single one. One day, maybe I will. I won't bore you talking about drawing with you... I've already reached the limits with most of the family, I think, except Gideon. He's my drawing buddy. And I plan to take tomorrow, Evie's birthday, to pull out some paints and spend a good chunk of time painting with her. I can always count on her to get excited about an art project with me.
It's funny how the way I see things has changed. When I first got my camera I began to "see" moments, and envision them framed through a camera lens. Same thing with drawing: rather than fretting about a lack of subject matter, instead, there seems to be no shortage of things to try to sketch. Nespresso pods: awesome, gorgeous colors, interesting shape. Balls of yarn...well you better know already how exciting that would make a drawing. Pepper sleeping on the floor at Gideon's feet: once I feel confident enough to draw a dog, I'd love to try to sketch her. Half a sandwich on a plate from lunch: what an interesting subject!
Like any hobby I think drawing may be more fun to talk about than to actually do, at least if results come in to play at all. I'm not letting the results deter me, though. Yes, I get upset at any little kid who tries to sneak a peek in my sketchbook, or worse yet, show it to another adult! But I continue to draw doggedly on. I hope this becomes an activity that actually sticks until I have mastered it, no matter how long it should take!
