I’m now close to completing my 5th sketch book…some of it’s pretty, some of it is not. It is a record of my journey to-date as an artist. When I first started drawing, I did almost everything in the sketch book – it was easy and convenient, and it fit into my purse, making it very portable.
I showed my sketch book to an admired artist friend, who acted as if I was sharing the most intimate secrets, “you’re letting me see your most private stuff, like your private thoughts,” telling me it was a privilege that I was sharing with her. Here I was asking for feedback and here she was flattering me for trusting her with my work, inviting me to a larger understanding of what it means to be an artist. I don’t recall the feedback so much as the comradery and a sense of a larger welcome into the world of art.
This is one of the prettier pieces. I don't have a clue what it means, it just sort of evolved over a few days when I left the book open on the table and added to it periodically.
I'm learning more about my art, and from my art, every day. It's not so much a matter of skill or practice... mostly it's a shift in perspective, a way of shaping how I look at and exist in the world.
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