It’s raining outside. I’m home after three hours of figure drawing and I can’t stop staring.
I spend a lot of time after I finish a piece, just looking at it. There’s such a silent communication that occurs then. It is wordless and informative in ways that I am challenged to articulate. This is the time when I am most likely to fall in love with a line, a mark. Currently, I am absorbed with the yellow block of color that crosses her nose. This was not planned, it just happened.
The pink in this photograph also happened. I had no thought of adding pink in the upper right-hand corner, when I tossed the drawing down, eager to document it. Now, I love it.
There are so many ways to pay attention and work with what we see.