I do a lot of drawing and am a great advocate for drawing. I know artists who don't draw. Artists who say they can't draw. Well, whatever. (They are wrong, but whatever.) Anyway, being a drawer, I guess I should have stacks of lovely sketchbooks filled with lots of lovely drawings. I do have a pile of sketchbooks, but they are filled with scribbles and failed ideas and half finished ideas and a few good drawings. This is a rare page. Finished drawing and no other scribbles on the page. Ivy in a pot.
I really admire those artists who keep gorgeous sketchbooks. They are works of art in themselves. Jane LaFazio, who is involved with the "Sketchbook Project" seems like the ultimate sketchbooker to me. Her sketchbook pages are beautiful and finished and I'm sure have beautiful covers. I have often thought I should keep better sketchbooks, but I never seem to get there. My sketches are not really for public consumption, but a means toward a different end. Honestly, I am going to share a little secret with you. Most of my drawings and sketches look like this:
This was a scrap of paper found on my desk today. Math below was something about flooring tiles and pixel resolution. Believe it or not, the little sketches were very useful—helped me figure out the viability of an idea I had. My purse is generally littered with little sketches on the backs of receipts or on napkins. The best, most useful are stuck in an accordian file thingie out in the studio. Most are thrown away. Please tell me I'm not the only one who works this way. It seems so messy and un-lovely.
On a different, but related note. My granddaughter also loves to draw. (She will be 5 in a couple of weeks) Last week she drew me an excellent blueberry muffin that I posted on Facebook. Today she gave me this little face that she had drawn and then painstakingly cut out. She said it was "an angry guy."
I'd give a lot to be able to draw a face that expressive. "It's how the eyebrows point down," she explained.