A treat...more than one this time...a little "gallery".
The random flow of the pencil to start and then following where they will go, my eyes look ahead for the next turn, letting accidents happen, a broken pencil lead makes different marks than a sharp one, a dull point softens a shadow.
Winter Nocturne
Fluid Improvisation
As much as I love filling a larger sheet of paper with my musings, I really love making the long skinny ones, but they're very small, usually about one or two inches wide by six or so long...the small ones always feel more personal to me, more precise, where the larger ones can meander along, loping lines, loops and holes, bubbles and flow, a babbling brook of ideas played out...textures played with...
And then the wee one's like "Essence" are always special, more immediate and manageable...to look at this little one, in spite of its size, it has some big things going on in it that I really love, there's so much going on in that small space (about 2 x 2 inches) it's fascinating...to see one framed in a crisp white mat is delightful...
Last night before I went to bed, I took a brief inventory of my pencil stock, I have plenty of them in various stashes and carriers, boxes, etc...and I have the "chunk" a fist size hunk of graphite which is always a treat to use on a bigger project to make sweeping marks with, and to shave dust from...I often see them as paintings rather than drawings...they're dry media paintings, like pastels are often classified as such...
Storm, Winter Night
This last one is a recent bit, done on a 11 x 14 sheet, has so many lovely bits in it, my eyes have a feast, I don't know if anyone will ever truly appreciate them as much as I do...but I look at the textures and tones and see not only pencil marks, but I also see the natural forms that can be found outside my window, in my garden, on a tree, in the grain of wood, or the ruffles of lichen...the soft shadows of snow drifts on a stormy winter night...
All are beautiful to me...
They are my joy.
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