Here's another sketch from the #housesinthehood series. This time, it’s our house. I drew some light pencil lines, then used gouache paint for the colors, then black and grey soft brush pens for the darker lines. I have to say: I kinda like it.
I was a nineteen-year-old university student when I met Sally, a white-haired, bandana-wearing woman in her sixties. She was pursuing an MFA in painting. She was so exuberant about creating art that she inspired me to decide I would become an artist, too, once I came closer to retirement. Forty years later, it’s time. As I climb an intentional learning curve in art, I share these posts to keep myself accountable. May my efforts inspire others the way Sally inspired me.
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Another House in the 'Hood
Here's another sketch from the #housesinthehood series. This time, it’s our house. I drew some light pencil lines, then used gouache paint for the colors, then black and grey soft brush pens for the darker lines. I have to say: I kinda like it.
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Houses in the 'Hood
I decided to draw a few houses from my neighborhood. My first sketch was the house directly across from ours. The owners recently painted their steps and shutters pink, making for a nice visual contrast. I found, though, that as I sketched, the tree wanted the most attention and the steps and shutters became the supporting cast.
Next up was this little blue-gray bungalow just around the corner. It too has an oak out front, as do many homes in our ‘hood, but this time the sidewalk color and texture attracted my attention the most:
On to another house, a lovely two-story brick that the owners have been bringing to life, inside and out. What I like about this little sketch is the warm palette of tans, yellows, pinks, and browns — with just a little cooler contrast of blue in the windows and along the wrought-iron railing.
Next, just around the corner, a Tudor with a bright red door and, again, a lovely oak.
Then I made this sketch of another house in the hood with a red door – this house in colonial style. I tried to capture the purple ash in the upper left in all its glory, with its translucent peaches, plums, corals, and lime greens. Purple ashes are my favorites of the fall trees — all the more so these days as the emerald ash borer threatens this species.
But a cropping of this sketch reveals the true main characters: once again, the signature oak, this time with two trunks. (Sorry, purple ash. I will try again next year, so you stay healthy.)
When I sketch I try to use the same techniques I would if I were meditating: I bring a compassionate, non-judgmental, present-moment awareness to the process. Even as a budding artist I can tell there’s plenty wrong with these sketches, but I prefer to focus on what I like about them.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Maybe the Timing Is Just Right
A few years ago I
took a class in pen and ink from Doug Eckheart in Decorah, Iowa. He showed us how to
draw a landscape (on location) lightly with pencil, and then return to the
studio to make light marks with a quill pen dipped in black ink. We added color
with watercolor paints, then finished the drawing with more quill pen marks.
I made some bad drawings
that day, but I feel like this one sort of accidentally worked and somehow represents
my first official serious effort toward The Sally Project. The drawing made me
happy and gave me the fuel I needed for continuing my learning curve in art.
There were eight or ten women around the table, all of us
in our forties, fifties, or sixties. As we worked, he quietly said, “Many of
you here are just turning to art because you’ve been busy with kids and
careers. I can’t help but wonder: What kind of art you might have created
during all those year if you had had the time?”
I wondered that,
too. It felt so late to try to get started as an artist. I wished I would have
been more intentional about creating art even during my busy times. But I also
recognized that Sally’s exuberance may have had everything to do with starting something
so totally new in her later life.
Maybe the timing
was – is – just right.
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