Believe it or not, when drawing in my notebooks I have never thrown out a drawing or ripped a page out ever, and I do mean NEVER. So if I start to draw and it's not coming out so well ( which happens quite a bit) I just keep going and in the end it usually looks pretty damn good. I know how to rescue sketches. For the first time in my life I ripped a page out of a journal. It was a brand new spiral one. It was my first attempt in that book. I was at my friend's farm in upstate New York. I saw a horse standing in its stall but as I began to draw, the horse would not cooperate. He would constantly turn his back to me. Usually I would wait him out but it was 100 degrees out and I was frustrated. And that's when it happened, I actually tore a page out of one of my books. I was a little ashamed. I even looked around to see if anyone had seen what happened. A few cows did but who cares. I crumpled it up and put it in my pocket. When I got home a week later I found it in my suitcase. I was drinking a beer or two and looking at it on the ground and all of a sudden, I liked it. It is not the kind of drawing I do. It was quick and loose with a splash of color for no reason. So here it is for all to see. Embarrassed one day, proud the next.
There is an interview about me at Artful Wisdom. http://artfulwisdom.blogspot.com/
1 comment:
I think we are all guilty of beating ourselves up over our work now and then, and 100 degree heat wouldn't help matters. It amazes me how objectivity can be gained with a bit of time.
I am so happy you didn't throw the drawing out and that you shared it with us, it's lovely.
Oh, and don't worry, no doubt the cows have forgotten by now ;)
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