Saturday, August 29, 2009
...and pieces of paper laying around my apartment.
That drunken fisherman was fun to watch, and to draw. Unfortunately I was a bit tipsy myself. You know, when you're not thinking about what you draw, you become a human-printer, drawing lines in your sketchbook without any planning.
I find myself drawing without thinking way too often, especially when I'm afraid of drawing. Sketching in public places is quite a lot harder than sketching in front of tv at home. When people see you drawing them they get uncomfortable, and sadly so do I at that point. And my drawings become a mess. Lines are just not flowing anymore. Drawing people from further away helps, listening to music helps a lot. It's funny that when you're wearing your headphones, you're in a different world, sort of unreachable. Then you can even draw the guy sitting in front of you in a metro.
I also get the fear of drawing when someone is watching behind my shoulder. I start drawing something that I already know. Or even only comfortable lines. This results in repeating myself. I really have to be alone (or at least feel alone) to get to the flow and learn and discover something new.
The first sketch of these result of a good drawing day, capturing the character with few strong lines. That drunken fishermans lines are all over the place. Finding the right ones by trial and error. Different approaches, both important I guess.