“Art is not about becoming rich. Art is about enriching the world.” ~Candice Coates
In these pages of my journal, you will find many forms of physical, artistic expression. As I am inspired to create in a realm beyond words, my prayer is that you too will be inspired to create in some way.
It has been a week since I began this drawing. However, Wednesday is the only day that I really have to sit down and truly give it time to develop.
Now that I have finished a very hefty amount of editing on my debut novel, Nexus Gate 4037: The Animal, I have a bit more time on my hands and I plan to use it building this piece.
I have taken some liberties in how many peeks and valleys are in my drawing versus the original image. Really, I am more interested in learning how to build color with color pencil than anything. I am still in the layering stages, applying different colors on top of the others in order to achieve the tone that I am looking for. This is a practice in patience as well as growth.
Last week I did a sketch of a woman’s face. And although I was pleased with overcoming the challenge of handling graphite, I was not satisfied with the end result as it compared to the image I was drawing from.
Today, rather than lean on my crutch of colored pencils, I pulled out my Creta color graphite pencils, opened that same photo, and spent nearly an hour working on the image…again.
What I ended up with today, to me, is a giant leap of improvement compared to the first attempt. The proportions are in line with the original image, which makes my soul happy.
I am gaining more confidence with drawing with graphite alone, which in my humble opinion, is a good foundation for drawing. I am eager to dive in and try some drawings and illustrations done with Copic markers, of houses as well as people. but all in time.
Today I decided, again, to continue my practice with the use of graphite on paper, Cretacolor Monolith, graphite pencil to be exact. That familiar but waining hesitation was felt the moment I decided to use graphite instead of something that I am more confident in manipulating such as ballpoint pen or colored pencil.
I recognize that my hesitation or fear is born out of a mental lie that I have somehow bought into, and I feel that confronting that lie is the sole reason why the Holy Spirit nudges me to start this journey with graphite…for now.
I spent around forty minutes working on this face. I can already see where I have some discrepancies with proportions, still, I am satisfied with dealing this ‘dragon’ one more deadly blow as I gain back my confidence with using graphite.
It is very likely that I will revisit this image again in the future, but with the medium of colored pencil. Then, we shall do a compare and contrast, maybe even next Wednesday.
Several years ago I purchased the anniversary box set of Copic Markers…and then I didn’t bother to use them.
It wasn’t anything personal against the markers. I was simply in a place where I was painting and didn’t give any thought to using any other medium but I had enough sense to take advantage of my employee discount and purchase the Copics at a fraction of the cost.
I started this image a while ago but put it away and didn’t finish until today. I have decided this year that I will spend Wednesday afternoons listening to spiritual teachings while I sketch. I am ‘stretching’ my old artistic muscles and I have to say I am pleased with the results today.
The first month of 2018 is nearly done, but blessedly new habits are just beginning. As I sat and listened to a teaching from FreshLife Church, speaking on how the habits we make today create the life we will have tomorrow, I took the time to sketch.
It has been several months and maybe even a year since I have done a sketch. It has been at least five since I have done one in plain, old, graphite. Over the past few years, I have either focused on the colored pencil sketches or those done in vibrant and messy strokes of ballpoint pen.
Today, I felt the Lord challenging me to sketch in pencil.
As bizarre as it sounds I felt a bit of trepidation and even found myself erasing and starting again as the work that I had done was sorry to say the least.
Why? I was working from a place of fear, that ugly fear of failure that still tries to make its home where it has been forevermore evicted.
It took several long minutes for me to finally loosen up enough to just…draw. But I am grateful that the Holy Spirit placed Himself at the exit of my creativity and refused to let me leave without facing this challenge head-on.
I wouldn’t call this my best work by any stretch but I give it high marks for effort.
I have a burning thirst to sling some oil paint. I am comfortable there. I can do so without much thought, but I need to gain my confidence back with the pencil.