Friday, April 13, 2012
For the Love of Creating
As a kid, I used to draw a lot. My Dad was an Artist, a painter. I would keep him company in his studio while he painted and I would draw. Drawing left me for some reason. It went away and I grew older and it totally left when I went to college. Sure, I draw a little for my paintings but I don't sketch, I don't just sit and draw. I was talking to my Mom about this a few weeks ago - that I don't draw anymore. She was surprised because of the countless drawings I had done growing up. The great ones hung on the fridge - the others were in stacks until there was enough to bind in a notebook. I had books of drawings. I had drawings on my bedroom walls. My Dad would buy a ream of paper just for drawing. It sat in his studio next to a jar full of pens, a box of charcoal and sharpened pencils. As a kid, I wasn't allowed to have coloring books - I was to draw my own. So that's what I did.
My Mom came up with the great idea - "why don't you challenge yourself to draw everyday for a month and then reward yourself with a prize - but only if you have a drawing for each day". Isn't Motherly wisdom wonderful? Well, great idea, but I fell flat after three days and put the sketch book back on the shelf to sit again. No prize.
Last night I was tinting some pages in my travel journal. I like to keep a travel journal and I like to write on water colored pages. They are simple - just tinted with color a few random shapes.. nothing, really. I painted this tree.. why? No clue. It was just put in loosely with water color and really didn't look like much. Then I grabbed my favorite ink pen and the magic started.
My Dad and I used to draw in this kind of style. We would put in loose watercolor shapes and then spend time outlining with a pen the shapes and creating textures with line - creating the drawing and the detail as how we felt in the moment. It was like he was sitting there with me - like old times, just the two of us, drawing. I haven't done a drawing like this in years (a really very long time). When the drawing was complete, I just sat there and stared at it. It was like - wow, I remember - but what really got me was - wow, how did I forget? Its like something shifted, something happened. It was magic. It was the joy of creating.