I really want to learn how to draw better; I want to learn about shading and proportion, so I have been carrying my sketch pad, pencils and stretchy eraser around everywhere. The truth is that I have discovered that I LOVE to draw and even if I never improve I will keep on loving it and doing it. It's the same with writing. I may always be in Work-In-Progress mode but again, it's ok. After all, our very lives are nothing but works in progress, right?
The piece above is my latest drawing+inspiration from the characters in the fictional WIP+an old photograph of trees that I found in my stepfather's things+another photo taken over the winter of a bare tree branch+vintage image of a bird in flight=a piece that tells a snippet of a story, the part in the book where the main character leaves the mountains, the trees, her home. I won't say any more just now. I find I am a bit superstitious about sharing too much of the story and having it's energy drain away with my telling. I read a quote once where a writer gave that warning and it stuck with me. But I will say that combining the painting and the writing is making me silly spinning happy-just like when I picked up my first Somerset Studio magazine and discovered altered art. **deep contented sigh**