(I missed week 8, I had a migraine)
It was cold, we went out into the park to sketch trees. I was very happy with the subject; I am forever trying to draw trees, take photos of trees, really to express visually what I feel about these things in some kind of mystical sense. And I can’t do it; I can’t ever get there. I will keep trying though.
This is how it goes; everyone else in the class takes their drawing materials to the park and they stand or sit and sketch the trees. I, however, do a one minute sketch as suggested and then I realise that I cannot sketch the tree – it doesn’t work. So I decide that I will use charcoal to pick up the texture of the bark. I think I remember doing this as a child. I then move on to thick graphite sticks.
Then I decided that I needed to explain the colour of the tree, but I didn’t have colours, so I ripped the paper out of the sketchbook and rubbed it against the tree to pick up the colours of the bark and the moss. I am sure a lot of people walking past thought I was mad. Maybe my art teacher thought I was mad? I don’ know. But I was more pleased with the tree’s drawing of a tree with my involvement than I was with my own drawing of a tree without the involvement of the tree.
I also tried wetting the paper and using some cheap pens that bleed ink.
We were shown how to use Inktense watercolour pencils in several different ways. I like them. If I could draw I would definitely buy some because the colours are beautiful.