As long as I can remember I’ve been drawing and painting every day, all the time. On the train, in the bus, at home, at school. When I turned 20 I stopped. There was a period of almost no painting or sketching or anything at all. We are talking about a decade, even longer. All my paints dried out, and my brushes became stiff and, well, died. You get the picture – no pun intended.
Eventually it all changed. Not radically. I really mean eventually. My family and me spent a month in Thailand in January 2008. I brought new paint and new brushes, and a couple of pears were born on the bungalow porch.
There is not much detail on them, and the light and color is evenly distributed. Normally I would add contrast and tiny splashes of light, but in Thailand the natural light was soft and came from all directions, and looked a lot like this. I decided to keep them plain.
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Very nice! I like the warming tones.
Lovely, ambient glow. I especially like the middle one.
I too was once a prolific sketcher/painter, then stopped. What is the point? I wondered. I’ve begun to work at it again, here and there, but I still haven’t quite figured out the answer to the question.
Lovely comments, thank you! I wasn’t expecting any comments on my first post. Thrilled.
asmalltowndad: Thank you! I took a look at your paintings and I wish I had your patience, and your eye for detail. Loved the zebra.
MindTree: My thoughts exactly. In addition I’m also struggling with fear of mediocrity. I guess I’m fighting that fear writing this blog.
At least I have decided creativity is a positive thing (although I’m not sure why it’s there, like you said).
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