Pic Island - Lake Superior Landscape Pencil Drawing 2023 |
I finished off the drawing using the paper stomp to smudge the sky, together with an eraser to lift some of the smudging and give a bit of shape and body to the clouds. The stomp was used to soften the lines of the shrubbery in the foreground. I added a few grasses here and there, then called it quits. It's important at some stage in a drawing or painting when you begin to get a bit fidgety, and start looking around to add something here and there, that you simply accept that whatever your working on is finished. To carry on just creates confusion, and can go beyond what you were looking to achieve, and end up a mess. With this drawing I didn't expect a masterpiece, it was simply a bit of an exercise for an ageing artist to see if I could remember how to make a sketch, or drawing. It seems that I still have a bit of an ability. Now, to stay alive until spring provides an opportunity to get up to Algonquin to make a few on site sketches.....
Older Graphic Representation Of Pic Island, Lake Superior. Graphite Drawing |
In between working on this sketch/drawing I read a bit about artificial intelligence, and just how it's going to replace many who work in the arts. Frankly, I don't believe that it will replace the artist, but I do believe that A.I. will become a collaborative tool, much like many of the existing graphic programs have become. Some may see A.I. as a threat. I personally am excited, while at the same time disappointed, as by the time that A.I. is widely used as a studio assistant, I will have had my moment.
The Old Man’s Diary
July 2022,
summer long awaited,
now,
seemingly in a rush
to join with spring and winter, and
drift away
to time that has passed.
Time,
timeless, but
as we age,
approach our event horizon,
value diminished,
like a freight train out of control
it speeds into darkness
with nothing in sight.
Wishes,
promises,
threats,
fall on deaf ears,
as life as we knew it
turns on its heels, and
we are left,
eyes wide shut,
to enter the darkness
alone.
But,
with moments left to spend,
comfort takes hold
knowing that we’ve done our best,
enjoyed the trip,
we settle in, and
enjoy the ride
to its very end.
Time,
always forward,
never back.
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