This was a drawing I did in 2005, just before I started blogging. I think it is close to the last piece I drew or painted. Since then, the brushes, paint, pens and ink have been carefully stored but not touched.
I think it’s time to touch them again. There’s something enormously satisfying about taking a pen with fine ink and making something with it. Or loading up a brush with silky oil paint and blending it into something resembling something else. I miss it. One of the reasons I stopped was because it was a great outlet but rather dead-ended. I’m no fine artist, just a dabbler with an incredibly challenged sense of space and time, so many pieces end up around the house or stored in portfolio bins with no real home or use. After my grandmother died, I re-inherited the ones I gave her. She was always glad to get whatever I made for her. I guess my family figured they should go back to me, instead of being redistributed amongst all of us.
Still, the act of blending color, light and dark into some sort of an image with my hands appeals to me right now. We’ll see where it goes.
