One reason, I find, for repeating the same motifs many times is that I finally grant myself freedom. After I’ve drawn the same thing several times, I begin to find a special sort of relaxation. I let myself try it different ways because of having gotten the other “serious” ways already under my belt.
With the oncoming of the beautiful weather, I’ve been drawing pictures of a formal garden. I need more information about the garden than I presently have, if I’m to do my painting the way that I want it done. The light changes fast, and you find your gaze attracted first to this place then that, but as you are in the process of surveying the whole it is — even then — in transition.
It’s the Monet moment. But I decide to tackle it with drawing rather than dragging umpteen canvases out into Nature.
However, to return to this sensation of letting go … even though I know I will draw this garden many times, with each visit I must recapture the sense of freedom all over. At least that’s the way it is now. I do two drawings and then on the third I can throw caution to the wind. Ah, the exhileration!