Ageing can be frustrating, no more hopping in the canoe, or hiking off into a wilderness, having to rely upon the odd photo, or ones fading memory. There is, however, a plus side, remembering good times, the wind in the willows and the sun on your face as you sit and sketched in some far off place. Memories are like gold, hard to come by, but a treasure to keep.
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Islands Georgian Bay. Pencil Sketch/Doodle |
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There are days when ideas are a struggle, so I simply doodle, then doodle some more. |
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STILL DOODLING
A doodle often becomes a more serious doodle, some would call it a sketch, or a drawing. I prefer to keep it a doodle, maybe a sketch, as for me it's simply something to add to the pile, where it may outlive me.... Playing with the previous doodle we expanded things a bit and concentrated on the island and surrounding hills....
Used to be a time when cold, cloudy, no matter the weather, I'd be outside making a sketch. I've aged, cold is cold, rain is rain, warmer, drier, sitting by the window and simply thankful to be up north to be able to make a sketch. The years pass so quickly.....
DOODLES
I doodle, or that's what I call it. Doodles often become a more detailed sketch, sometimes the basis for a painting. Important to keep these doodles, as they're part of your history of your process in the making of your art. Actually, I've come late to realizing their importance having filled waste baskets with many doodles. Here's a recent doodle, something that came to mind, an island located in Oxtongue Lake in Muskoka. I'm thinking that I may expand the doodle into a proper sketch, or drawing. Perhaps, even a painting. I'll let you know.....
In looking through my files I discovered that I'd actually made a drawing of this area that included the island several years ago (2017). It's am early misty morning scene executed in graphite, or 2B pencil.
