“Sometimes my hand, almost my fingertips begin to shiver and this affects the quality of the lead pencil on the paper. It becomes dark and light, dark and light. The thing begins to move. The drawing begins to pull itself out of the blank piece of paper.”
How satisfying to have all the grading and administrative wingnuts for tomorrow’s classes done well before bedtime. I got to sit at the drafting table for awhile tonight and take another stab at a tree drawing, this time on some soft, aging paper on a sketchbook I purchased in an antique store recently. The effects were quite different than before, as I experimented with the pencils in the soft, yellowed surface of this old paper. Finally, a tree emerged once again from the void.