Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
I love colour—which, I admit, is a bit of a strange thing for me to say considering I am always more comfortable wearing black—but even so—I really do love colour. I am drawn to it in all it’s many forms, from the subtlest and palest of washes to colours so vivid they make your eyes water. And, for the most part, I have a pretty good eye. I know which colours will work with others, and which won’t.
But knowing isn’t always enough. It doesn’t always translate onto the sketchpad or canvas. There are so many techniques to be learned (and practised) especially when it comes to mixing colours, and I still have so much to learn. (So far, when it comes to mixing watercolours at least, the colour ‘mud’ I have down pat . . .)
Thankfully, mixing colours was not an issue for me this week. This week’s SBS tutor was Andrea Joseph, well known for her fabulous ball-point pen sketches, and our homework was to produce a ‘one-colour sketch’ of one of our favourite things. This was a bit of a step back for me, but not in a bad way. I am very comfortable working in black and white. I just settled myself on my couch with my sketchbook and my Classic Fine Bic ballpoint pen and drew. I didn’t have to have pencils, or sharpeners, or erasers, or watercolours, or brushes . . . just a biro. I had forgotten how meditative and relaxing it could be (at least until I got cramp in my hand and had to stop for a while . . . )
But something has also shifted within me after all these classes I have been taking. I am getting a little more adventurous. Although I was happy enough with the black and white sketch when I had finished, I just felt I needed to add a tiny spot of colour somewhere. So I did. My sketchbook . . . my rules . . .
Sally says . . . eat, sleep, work, read, play, draw, bark . . . 