Just lost my entire post! I did not save it and left the page…………ARGGHGHGH My priceless words have just gone, never to be shared with the world – ha ha. You will never hear my musings on the season or my opinion of the current weather – aren’t you lucky?. I’m not going to try and rewrite so that’s all for this week folks.
My apologies for moaning on in the last two posts…….I have much to be grateful and happy about. I have food, shelter, family and friends and that is enough and is way more than other people. I have freedom and health and time and space to practice my art.
It still does not feel like summer here, we are having a long cold spring, I think we have only had one hot day so far. But the countryside is green and spectacular and the weeds in the garden are flourishing. Yesterday was day 160, and I have not missed a day, I deserve a pat on the back (pats herself on the back). Anyway, here are this week’s efforts, I am really enjoying the water colour pencils and have treated myself to a few more (the boxed set has a very poor selection of greens) so I am waiting impatiently for the postman.
The last post of 2014 and Draws Shoots and Leaves has been up and running (with two biggish breaks) for a year.
I have been trying to establish a daily drawing practice for a couple of weeks now in the run up to the New Year. My thinking being, that if I can do a drawing a day while being away and during the Christmas period, I should be able to carry it on EVERY day – well ha! ha! and good luck with that – I tell myself.
Below are the drawings from my very first week and what I have discovered:
1) it is sooooooo hard to find the time to get started
2) once I get started it is sooooooo hard to stop
As this blog enters its second year I am dropping the Wednesday Word (of a Botanical Nature) and replacing it with a slide show of my daily drawings of the previous week in the sincere hope that there will be the full seven every week!
Still reading ‘The Awakened Eye’ by Frederick Franck and mulling over his ideas. One of the consequences is that I have laid aside my coloured pencils for a while and I have been working outside rather than in the studio (grand name for the spare bedroom). At the end of the book he lays out his ten commandments, and as I found them so interesting and shall be trying to integrate them into my practice I am taking the liberty of including them here in full:
The ten commandments on seeing/drawing were revealed to me on a mountain, but also in a meadow, on an beach and even in the subway. For their revelation did not come all at once, but in instalments, as it were, over the years, and always while I was busy drawing, and invariably on holy ground. But that may be because, while drawing, all ground is holy, unseparated from the Whole.
- You shall draw everything and every day.
- You shall not wait for inspiration, for it comes not while you wait but while you work.
- You shall forget all you think you know and, even more, all you have been taught.
- You shall not adore your good drawings and promptly forget your bad ones.
- You shall not draw with exhibitions in mind, nor to please any critic but yourself.
- You shall trust none but your own eye and make your hand follow it.
- You shall consider the mouse you draw as more important than the contents of all the museums in the world for..
- You shall love the Ten Thousand Things with all your heart and a blade of grass as yourself.
- Let each drawing be your first: a celebration of the eye awakened.
- You shall not worry about ‘being of your time’, for you are your time. And it is brief.
That’s the plan anyway, since writing this I have already not achieved commandment #1 but what the heck? I am really thinking about #4 and #5 these are the faults that I need to challenge.
Here are this week’s efforts….. working outside in the shade trying to draw foxgloves in the breeze, the ones where it does not look like I was looking? well that’s how I drew them – I did not look at the paper, experimented with pen and ink. I think my eye is not confident enough to draw with ink so I went back to pencil.
Next I tried my most complicated plant yet – a trailing geranium.
And lastly, another afternoon in the garden where my beloved teasels are stretching up to the sunshine, great crowds of them lifting their arms up. My first coloured pencil drawing was a teasel leaf; I could only manage a section of leaf then as I thought the whole thing way too difficult to draw. But one year on it looks like I am more confident.