I'd been wanting to work with charcoal again. It's a messy medium, though, and it was hard to make time. Today, however, was one of those really annoying days. Not the day itself, rather the things going on within its time frame. One thing after another it seemed, from that person honking their horn at me for not turning left into oncoming traffic, to miscommunication with our bank being the reason I still haven't gotten a new debit card.
I had pulled my big sketch pad out days ago, and even went so far as to tone the paper for my next anticipated drawing. It sat on the craft table downstairs after that. Until today. After finding out about the bank stuff, I grabbed that same sketch pad, my box of charcoals, and headed outside to the backyard.
We have this big flower pot that looks like something from antiquity. That's what I wanted to draw. And so I did. It felt good to work in charcoal again, and to draw from life. When I go for long periods of time without drawing or creating something, I feel like I'm losing touch with a very important part of myself. It's been fun planning my wedding, but in all honesty, I can't wait until it's over so I can just go back to doing art.
Hey sweets...
ReplyDeleteYeah, yesterday wasn't so good for either of us. I'm glad to be going through it together though. I'm also glad that you're picking up those charcoal sticks (is that the right word, my beautiful illustrator?) and that you're making time to express yourself as God intended. My therapeutic destresser yesterday was taking my fan apart at work and cleaning it. I also prepped it for spray-painting the blades with a little yellow (my self-expression).
Love you, beautiful...