Today, I have a drawing sitting behind me on my studio worktable, waiting for me to dive into and render color, texture, light and shadow for a piece that will be reproduced as a series of gicleé prints. The subject is an intricately carved mahogany tabletop award, a glass globe in a pair of cupped hands resting atop a miniature neoclassical monumental base, to be given annually to a business leader who has demonstrated outstanding service to the world community through the principles of a religious faith based organization that my primary client belongs to. I'm working from a dry but accurate rendering by the wood carver who will execute the actual award. The prints will be given as permanent keepsakes to the recipients of the traveling award. It needs to be like real art, and I'm suffering from performance anxiety.
So I'm warming up with a sketchbook drawing of my morning computer station mess. Getting loose, trying to put myself in the zone where I'm not thinking about how good I want it to be, getting myself out of the way and just letting it create itself. I'll post the result, which has to be done by Monday morning, in a follow up. You can judge whether or not the work is worthy of the award.
Coffee and a Talbert billiard, 2B graphite pencil and Prismacolor