Saturday morning dawned sunny and mild, a scent of flowers in the breeze and the colors of spring coming into Ina's house through open windows. We were soon up and dressed, eager to be outdoors. I shouldered my heavily art supply laden daypack, and we headed down to the woods for a walk under the tall trees along Sligo Creek. My thought was that I'd find a quiet spot in front of a not too obvious panorama, get comfortably situated, and do a watercolor. I had a picture in my mind.
We walked a couple of miles back and forth along the sun dappled trail and I didn't see my framed view. I got grumpy. Ina was cheerily tolerant. Then, not far from where we'd entered the woods, I glanced down and noticed a patch of Mayapple. One of the stalks was bearing an open bloom under the shade of its twin umbrellas. I stopped and sat down, Ina continued along home to fetch coffee, tea, and a portable breakfast snack, and I took my fountain pen out of my shirt pocket to do a little study.
When I started becoming absorbed in art as a teenager, I decided that I didn't want to do much with color before becoming good at drawing. I did monotone drawings with graphite pencils or pen and ink for years, working to get my eye and hand to co-ordinate. Very gradually I learned to grasp form, proportion, foreshortening. With excellent coaching from two good teachers, I practiced varying line quality and tonal value. I had plenty of disappointing results, but I kept at it in cyclical waves of zeal.
I'm still practicing, now to say more with less. To get some essence of what captivates me without a lot of laborious detail or fuss. Here are a couple of snippets from a lovely outing in the woods on a perfect spring morning.
mayapple, pen & inkbabbling brook, 9B graphite pencil