There are uncolored sketches in my moleskine. There, I've said it.
There are uncolored sketches in my moleskine. It kind of rolls of the tongue once you get the hang of it.
This is one of those sketches that I made months ago and that I just got around to coloring this morning. I parked my car across the street, just as I'd sketched it, and painted. Then I touched it up this evening.
It's funny when you go back to an old drawing. First, you see all of the defects very clearly. You'd like to believe, for example, that you'd draw it better today. And it's probably true.
One thing I do know that I wouldn't do again (and which I did in some spots in this drawing) is outline where some shadows go. Shadows do not have hard edges - that we all know. Also, I realized that none of the drawn shadows were in the right place anyway. I figured out that I had drawn this at midday, and was now coloring it in the morning.
So we live and we learn.
This is what I am hoping anyway.
"What's that guy doing parked across from my apartment building? He keeps looking this way!"
"Yup, saw the guy do the same thing a few months ago."
"Should we call the cops? I think maybe he's one of those Everyday Matter folks that think they can draw anything and everything! Maybe he's dangerous."
"Nah, he's harmless because he don't draw any important matters."
"Oh - thank goodness."
3 years ago