Sunday, 2 November 2008
I know that doing art is my certain way to a little peace and quiet, and yet sometimes when I am most in need I cannot find the patience to pick a subject or medium. This is the result of one of my mindless gropings for just anything to draw - the day's paper on the table in front of me. I probably wouldn't have thought of drawing the paper, if I had given it any thought at all - all that text!
This is drawn in my little Moleskine cahier, so quite small, using a mechanical pencil and with a few colour details added in ink pens.