This summer I have been trying my hand at sketching, going out with Ani on walks where we find a spot to sit and sketch.
Suffice to say, I need a little (a lot!) of work. Case in point: here is the John A Roebling Bridge connecting Cincinnati OH and Covington KY –
And here is what I did with it:
Good thing I’m not an architect.
And here is what I did to some trees:
So, yes, work.
That said, I have always been a fan of poets who sketch or doodle or whatever you might classify this bit from Charles Bukowski:
I mean, you can sense the spirit and bite of the man even in these lines.
I will continue in my efforts to get braver with the line as I know it – sketch, poetry, etc.
Here’s another example from Buk that has helped me on the way:
helping the old – Charles Bukowski
I was standing in line at the bank today
when the old fellow in front of me
dropped his glasses (luckily, within the
and as he bent over
I saw how difficult it was for
and I said, “wait, let me get
but as I picked them up
he dropped his cane
a beautiful, black polished
and I got the glasses back to him
then went for the cane
steadying the old boy
as I handed him his cane.
he didn’t speak,
he just smiled at me.
then he turned
I stood behind him waiting