at the heart of the scribbles

Here’s an even closer detail of the drawing.  There’s a sort of riot of lines.

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keen scribbles

I feel an unabashed love for the material appearance of oil pastels (Caran d’Ache Neopastels to be precise).  I love to describe somewhat “loopy” forms with them.  I love mixing colors by abrasion.  I love the way that you can drag one color across another and create as it were almost veils of color.

So even when the situation is stalled (as I make drawings for a painting that I’m unsure how to complete), I can nonetheless love the act of drawing because the materials themselves are so beautiful.

I have rehearsed these forms many times and they still hold my interest.  Indeed, it’s stronger than that. They hold me captive.

rainy day

I continue to resist going forward with my crepe myrtles painting so I make more drawings.  The drawing stops on the right because I ran out of motif — would have to invent more landscape to fill that space — which might be an interesting exercise.

So it rains outdoors and rains a little in my head where I lack some of the pizzazz that propels a painting forward.  But it’s better to draw, if you’re stuck, than to do nothing. The drawing paper measures 18 x 24 inches.

Here’s the painting I’m endeavoring to unstick:

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