Monday, January 11, 2010
Sketching in York
One of the disadvantages of traveling with a dog is that you can't go into all the sites and attractions that fill up the day (especially with kids). On the upside though, while waiting for my Chilluns to get through a museum on Vikings, I had to kill some time on a cold, clear day in York while hanging out with the pooch... and I filled that time with my sketchbook.
I have to say that I was really never one for keeping careful sketchbooks until I moved over here to the UK and made friends with Matt Jones who does this with amazing skill and talent. Someday, I'm sure his books will sit in a museum somewhere. And its not just Matt, there is a great culture for the sketchbook over here (at least in the circles I've been lucky enough to lump into) that seems more formalized and expected than it was in Los Angeles... or more likely perhaps, it was always there in LA and I wasn't participating. Whatever the reason, I am enlightened. I'm still not very honorable in my sketchbook maintenance, but I do think the drawings are improving. It is like building cardio at the gym... it takes time and practice to get used to drawing space from life. Very different than nudes in a classroom. I also have to thank my Head of Story, Mr. Donnie Long, for the Christmas gift of a water brush pen. I have to admit when I first put it down on the paper I panicked as I did not expect the ink to run so vigorously, but in the end, I really do love effect and the fact that it speeds up my drawings. As my old man probably said, "the right tools for the right jobs makes all the difference" (I don't think he ever really said that... my dad didn't say too much when we were kids... kinda grunted and pointed at tools and then growled when we moved to slow too get them... but he was always a proponent of careful tool maintenance). Thanks Donnie! God love the new art supply... the gift that keeps on giving!
Anyhow... things are supposed to get busy at work and we're moving back to the states in a couple of months, so I hear a fan and I can smell shit. Wonder what happens next?