I’ve been sketching a bit more lately and am remembering how therapeutic it can be to produce art with zero expectations. I could critique this simple, linear draft all day long. (Like, does this chick even have ribs?!) OR I can choose to appreciate, learn, grow, and revel in it because I created something where there once was nothing.
Lately, I’ve become quite obsessed with continual one-line drawings where the pen touches down and uses a single, unbroken line to develop the image. I’m still learning the discipline it takes to produce such a piece, so I’m first practicing the curves of the human body until I get there.
Eventually, I’ll create a series of these minimal, linear works to hang in a symmetrical gallery wall in our imaginary home we haven’t purchased yet.
For now, I’m enjoying the peace that accompanies putting pen to paper (okay, apple pencil to iPad) and appreciating the imperfections along the way.