Meadow in November
I've been travelling for a few days and just too busy to post or even to draw or paint, however, the journey towards a new piece is always in my head even when my hands are busy with other things.
I keep a couple of sketchbooks with me wherever I go and try to add bits and pieces which become a visual diary of ideas for the future. I have done this over a series of nights while in bed lately. This is a cumulative sketch in which a piece or pieces were added one by one each night. There are no references, only visions in my head and memories.
I remember seeing a drawing many years ago, I don't know who the artist was, someone local to me at the time. It was a line drawing consisting of a mass of images and it has stuck with me over all these years. The space of the paper was filled to capacity but each image became its own story. I think that something similar is waiting inside me and exercises in sketches like this become the vehicle to get there. Never stop drawing, it is the key to everything in art.