Successfully sketched every day this month. Early in the month, sketched two or three pages a night, making shapes and shading them. Over the past week, sketched one page each day.
A friend emailed a group selfie from his family trip in Sicily. Loved the classic background and their happy faces. Just had to sketch it.
Sat in the bath and looked long and hard at the faucet and the shower nozzle, at the bed frame and bandanna-covered lamp. Started to imagine the scene on the page, how it divides into thirds. That’s me in the tub on the far right, in the bedroom closet’s mirror reflection.
My office desk was a mess, as usual. Had a choice: Could either clean it up or sketch it. It’s still a mess.
Was late, hadn’t drawn all day. Just about ready to crash, forced myself to draw something — anything. Then these pens caught my eye, sprouting from the mug like the chopped stalks of a strange garden plant.
Parked outside this barber shop before picking up my son from school. Did a quick sketch, then followed up with a photograph. Early the next morning, before dropping off my son at school, left an anonymous copy at the barber shop.
Saw this crow in the supermarket parking lot. Loved its defiance, its standing boldly on the wires meant to keep the birds off the lamp. Snapped a quick photo with my phone, then sketched from that at home.
When I first thought of sketching stuff, I thought of sketching old Victorian buildings here in San Francisco. I just love looking at them. Had a few minutes before an appointment, so scratched this out in pencil, then finished up at home with a photo.
This has been too much fun! Can’t wait to start sketching October.