You can already feel the light shifting. Days shortening.
Especiall when I am up north...winter’s already waiting in the wings.
I was reading The Art Spirit again the other night and this line grabbed me:
“You will never get form till you WANT it.
And wanting to want it is not wanting it.”
That feels about right. Nothing really makes any sense.
Right now, I’m still working in a small sketchbook full of head studies. Just chasing form, gesture, structure. I’m trying to bridge the weird gap between drawing and painting. (Even though I know there is no real gap. Painting is drawing.)
So in this small sketch book that I am currently filling with heads, I am trying to chase it down. Working with one or two or three colors and focusing on the values, while of course trying also to convincingly capture structure and gesture. At times it is a daunting task. And one that I am not up to. And yet here I am. Watching another summer season pass, my 64th, and wondering constantly if I am making the best use of my time. Or even if there is such a thing as “best use of time”.
“You must become who you are.” – Nietzsche
