You know what I love? (If you read this blog a lot you’ll find I love everything. I am very enthusiastic.) No, I mean, you know what I really love?
Drawing. And that’s because I’m not very good at it*. And when you’re aware that there’s so much to learn, you must practice. And practicing means a big piece of blank paper and a pencil.**
That’s all you need. You could try to draw an actual thing if you like, getting it all right and in proportion*** but on the other hand, you could just draw. Put some music on (you’re going to be here for 2 hours at least, so just stream something). Take a breath. Apply the point of pencil to the paper and move it. Enjoy the marks and the tones and the expression contained in that one little pencil that they made so unsuspectingly in the pencil factory.**** Just draw what comes out.
In my case, that’s a whole lot of weirdness. When I’m drawing like this I don’t care what happens, not one little bit. I’ve no idea what’s going on, and no plan. It is an exercise in soul, emotion and imagination; the therapy of laying oneself bare through the physical expression of drawing. It makes for weirdness, yes. But it’s my weirdness, and I love it.
There you see, I’m at it again.
* I never want to be good at it. That way smugness lies, which I despise. I have strong emotions 🙂
** Try Bristol paper and Faber-Castell polychromos pencil crayons. If they went on First Dates they would definitely have got married by the pudding.
*** Yawn. I can’t think of anything more dull. Don’t make me.
**** Can you IMAGINE working in a pencil factory?! They are literally making dreams, all day long. It must be amazing.
PS: I think this picture is going to be called Feedback Loop. I don’t know why. It just popped into my head, and it seems to fit. It’s A3.