Friday, 8 June 2007
So much of my work is dependent on drawing.
Finished paintings are a bit like sentences, impossible to create coherently without vocabulary.
Drawing is my vocabulary.
The other pleasing thing about having sketchbooks going back a while, is being able to go back through them and remember people and places.
Sometimes the smallest scribble brings to mind a model, a fellow artist, or a particular place. On occasion I'm shocked at how badly I was drawing on a particular day, or how I managed to do such a bad job of someone I know to be beautiful !
These sketches are from Tuesday's life drawing class, I particularly like the way they tell a story of the evening, sort of like a comic.