I observed a scrupulous realism and yet my drawing has turned out rather vague! Well, my subject was a little vague too as it happens. I decided to draw the lush deciduous trees outside my window which I view at eye level (being on the 7th floor). I followed the lines that caught my fancy as I saw them, but folliage does have a tendency to wiggle this way and that as does my attention span. And lacking the context of buildings or other more solid objects to anchor the subject and make it more intelligible, I got this nice grouping of scribbles. But I don’t knock them. You’d be surprised how effective such experiences are for creating memories. I’ll probably recollect the quiet morning of this drawing nostalgically someday. Scribbling is almost olfactory in its ability to seize memories.
I rather like them. I might call it a self-portrait since it registers the inner me rather keenly. This is what it looks like: the interior thought-world of someone who is perpetually in search of her car keys. At least my inner thougths are nicely colored.
Drew this little sketch using my left hand. Someday I’m going to assemble a whole blog devoted to nothing but my left-handed drawings.