My last full day in Salt Lake City I went back up the hill toward the capitol to draw two lovely old houses on State Street. Brown Prismacolor pen. No pencil first - just sat on the grass across the street and jumped in with the pen. Mistakes must be "faked" into the drawing, since there is no erasing. Like a musical performance, where errors are best handled by acting like they're how it was supposed to be played... On the way back down I picked up a yellow cottonwood leaf, from a huge old specimen, and put in the journal to press.
Then the next day, on my way home, I drew this prior to boarding. It was cloudy with frequent showers, so there were no strong shadows. I looked at this after I got home and realized that without something on the ground beneath this plane (like a shadow), it looks like it's floating there. Jet as toy balloon. Wausach Mountains in the background. The peaks all around the Salt Lake basin are like shark teeth, and subtly colored in ways that change with the sunlight and shadows. I like them a lot.
4 comments:
These are wonderful. I love the contrast between something static and nailed to the ground and something that can break gravity.
I'm very glad to see the results you're getting by carrying the pens and notebooks with you everywhere. I think drawn images are much better memory enhancers than photographs.
Although I've missed your posts I'm trusting you're well. I want to wish you and your family all the very best for the New Year.
Where are you my friend? I hope you're just taking a blog vacation. I do miss your exceptional drawings and paintings! come back when you can!
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