The sketch hunter has delightful days of drifting about among people, in and out of the city going anywhere, everywhere, stopping as long as he likes–no need to reach any point, moving in any direction following the call of interests.
Robert Henri, The Art Spirit
While reading, I glanced up at the view out the window, found myself staring at a tree against the morning sky, and decided, “Well, why not?” I never feel boredom when I stare into a network of tree branches, trying to discern their basic direction, and capturing it on a page with pencil. The trees I draw from life are always much, much better than what I draw from out of my own imagination, because the trees are always doing much more than I perceive in my memory. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of looking at them and trying to capture parts of them for the sake of future drawings and watercolors.
Thanks for looking . . .