There is a delicious space between one’s head and the page. Sometimes I am not so aware of it as I begin to draw. But several drawings of late have me pondering this place where connections are made, lines speak like words, life informs lines, and vice versa.
The act and experience of drawing is so much more than what happens between the eyes and hand. To put pen to paper while looking at something in front of you is often a portal to all the other senses and even to discoveries.
Take the above drawing for instance. While I drew my sunroom studio space, I realized something that has helped me tremendously with my ongoing angst about having so many different creative loves to which I apply my hands. I realized that I have a Preschool Studio. Here in this room where I love to make stuff, I have Stations. There is a drawing station, a spinning station, a station for pondering, writing and knitting. I like this. A lot. My ever present inner Artist Child is delighted to have these spaces ready and available when inspiration strikes. Of course, I also have Stations for drawing and making all over the house as well as outside too! The cool thing is that it was while I was drawing, that this revelation occurred to me. It is certainly not the first time it has happened.
Another thing that happens when I draw is a heightened awareness of Love for the subject I’m drawing. As I drew my hard-at-work youngest daughter, I had this overwhelming sense of love for her as my pen “caressed” the contours of her lovely self. Even with inanimate objects, I become aware of an adoration for the shape of the coffee mug, the curve of contours, the juxtaposition of geometric line with organic shapes, the color variations in every object whether shadowed or lighted. These “things” become something more in the drawing of them…simple gifts of a beautiful life.
But the crazy thing about drawing is an almost eerie sense of being alive. Not in a bad way at all! As I draw, something inside throttles down. I begin to hear the tick tock of a clock, or the hum of our fridge, or birds singing outside…stuff that rarely gets attention in the hustle and bustle of everyday living. It’s as if I’m tuning into a frequency that is always going on, but that requires my pen on the paper in lines and colors in order to hear it.
There are certainly other ways to tune in to this delightful behind-the-scenes orchestra, but it is something I relish as I draw. My desire is to “tune in” often during this next couple of weeks. I need it desperately in the hubbub of the holiday shuffle.
Perhaps you too can find a moment or two to draw – to see, feel, and enjoy the small things in your life. In drawing them, you will likely find more than meets your eye. <3
Our neck of the woods received a wallop of snow last weekend! As if the excitement and delight of SNOW isn’t enough, I’ve also been sensing a familiar tingle, a bit more than I have in previous weeks. It began with sketches showing up in my writing journal. The tingle continued and is now waking me up in the early morning hours. This tingling sensation of wanting to draw could be described as an itch to make marks, or an overwhelming desire to record the world around me, or to create the fanciful world inside my head, translating it on paper in lines and colors. Much of the time I draw because it is simply in me to draw. But when the Tingle starts happening, I know to take a deep breath and grab hold of whatever drawing tool (or tools) strikes my fancy for the ride!
Here’s how it goes:
Thoughts of Crayon, Pen, Thick lines, Thin ones
Splashes of Watercolor
*Tingle * Tingle *
Marvel at the drawings. Read only a little…
cuz I gotta go DRAW!!!
*Tingle * Tingle * Tingle *
Draw what it looks like in my head to be drawing…
on the floor
big sketchbook open
crayons, paint, pens
Draw the Tingle, draw what’s in front of me, beside me, and in my head
I’m thoroughly engrossed
Oh I like that line
and where it doesn’t meet
What a lovely color
and look at that oozle and wazzle!
And shouldn’t i sell this
or develop it into a picture book…
ERRRR <buzzer noise>
Stop right there. THAT is what kills it for me. I just want to draw without ANY thought as to selling. Not now at least. Please Go Away. I just want to stay here on the floor in this delicious frivolity of being an artist, a sketcher, a drawer, a picture maker. Just play.
*Tingle * Tingle * Tingle * Tingle….
And that is where I’m going to camp out for a while… drawing whatever comes into my head or sits in front of me.
Cuz I gotta draw!
Wouldn’t you like for me to tell you
the thing your heart has
always wanted to hear?
Wouldn’t you like to hear those words
feel them on your face
rumbling in your belly?
Wouldn’t you want to wake up each morning
to those eternal words
you’re starving to feast upon?
Out there we can hear it.
In the raucous birdsong
the breeze of leafing
the earth alive.
In here we feel it
under our feet pining and pebbling
where streams gurgle
Surrounded by wood and wild flower
breathing the loamy undergrowth
hearing the sound of living…
I hear it.
“I love you”, sing the birds.
“You are loved”, breathe the trees.
“We are loved”, roar the waters.
“All is love”, clap the leaves.
“You are cherished”, whispers everything.
Pen & Watercolor sketches made at Reynolda Gardens yesterday.
Faber Castell fineliner pens: Brush Tip, 1.5 , XS .
American Journey watercolors & DaVinci Gouache.
I marvel that it is holiday time once again. Somehow the seasons roll ’round more quickly and I know all too well how fast this wonderful season will fly by if I don’t take time to drink it in. I’m planning on stitching and drawing with the purpose of slowing myself down a bit, taking time to reflect on the season and make something slow and small. I want to offer these to you as well.
The first is an Advent Shawl Crochet-a-Long. For any who like to crochet, this will be a simple crocheted piece made with a big hook and big yarn. Big stitches will allow you to take each one slowly because it won’t require much time to complete the directions for that week’s section of the Shawl. To read more specifics about this, and begin gathering your yarn, visit my blog A Knitter’s Grace and consider following there so that you can receive each weekly installment for the pattern.
For those of you who like to sketch, I’m offering drawing prompts for each day of December leading up to Christmas Day. You can draw something related to the prompt or just do your own thing. Download the PDF here, print it off and tuck it in your sketchbook. I’ll be posting my sketches on Instagram, so follow there too. Better yet…post your own sketches and use the hashtag #adventdraw to share your daily drawings.
To encourage you in your sketching through Advent, I have a special reduced price on my Discover Your Life Beautiful, One Drawing At A Time ebook & video course! Instead of the full price of $45, you can purchase it for $25 from now through Christmas Day! It is my way of saying Thank You for your presence here, for making and drawing with me throughout the years! Just click here for my ETSY shop. No need for a special code or anything. The price has been changed for the duration of the Season! It’s an immediate download…so enjoy!
I do not say this often enough…but I am grateful for you, dear reader! I wish you the happiest of Thanksgivings, and I hope to “see” you around the inter webs during Advent as we draw and stitch our way to a slower and more creative holiday.
It is my desire to resume my Sketchbook Chats, so I’m picking up where I left off and offering you the fifth one!
I was out in my backyard drawing the rhododendron bush that is showing off right by our deck. I had planned to video more outside there, but alas, a neighbor began to mow his lawn, so I came indoors to show more sketches, drawings, paintings, all from my sketchbooks over the last several weeks.
I hope you are continuing to draw and sketch your life, finding beauty along the way!
For Day 6 of #drawtheordinary through Lent, I’m to draw a “wall plug”. I should’ve thought about that wording a bit more because what I meant was “an outlet”. No matter, plug or outlet, they are both ordinary things. (At least they are to those of us fortunate enough to live in parts of the world where electricity is available.:)
The crazy thing about all this focusing on the ordinary long enough to draw it in our sketchbooks, is that sparks start flying as we do. Each ordinary sketch of an everyday item ignites a world of thought, delight, and sometimes even…transformation.
I sat for a bit just looking at the simple rectangle with two receptacles noting that there’s a bit of form and shape where the 3 prongs of a plug go in. Then I notice that these three holes look interestingly like a face…or a house – two eyes and a mouth OR two windows and a door. All of a sudden I’m wondering –
What’s inside this thing?
How in the world does it hold energy or electricity that is accessed merely by placing metal prongs (or one’s fingers) inside?
What magic lies inside those black shapes? Is it a colony of lightening bolts? A family hanging out waiting patiently (or not) for the time when they’ll be put to use?
And so on and so forth…
The crazy…and wonderful…thing about this 20 second reverie is that by simply turning my focus to an ordinary object, my imagination was ignited. It was as if by focusing in on this everyday, typically unnoticed thing in my home, I had plugged into a source of creativity that led me to magical worlds were families of electric bolts live and move and have their being.
This doesn’t happen every single time I draw something. No, sometimes a wall plug is just that…a wall plug. Or outlet. But it is in the focus and attention to things I wouldn’t normally engage with, that creativity is sparked. I can fan it into flame by drawing it and having a bit of fun imagining what these electric bolt people look like. Perhaps they need me to plug my lamp in so they don’t get too bored. Perhaps that little guy up in the right window reached out and zapped me as I sat staring into their home. I dunno. Could be.
What I do know is that I’ll continue peering into ordinary places, drawing what I see there, knowing that sparks may fly in the process. Do jump in on the fun! You’re never too late to join the Lenten drawing party! You can download all the drawing prompts through Lent or simply find ordinary things to draw each day in your sketchbook.
Buen Camino friends!
*Inspiration & Instruction for drawing your life is HERE. 🙂
Do you long to find meaning in your life, just as it is?
Would you like to be able to sketch and draw more freely?
Are you looking for a way to focus on the good things in your life and even help you deal with the challenges?
Years ago, I wrote a lesson a week on my blog. I called it Draw Your Life Mini Lessons. The response was positive and several asked for the lessons in book form. I have revised and polished the lessons to encompass a 12-week ebook of encouragement and instruction for keeping a sketchbook journal. It is now complete and available in my ETSY shop.
The self-guided lessons are now called Discover Your Life Beautiful, One Drawing At A Time. It is a 64-page ebook Which instantly downloads upon purchase. The course is equal parts inspiration and motivation, tips and techniques, as well as instruction for four different approaches to drawing. As you move through the lessons you will come full circle to Draw Up A Chair (Lesson One) and begin again.
This ebook is a comprehensive approach to seeking out and finding beauty in your everyday life. Everything from creative blocks you may experience, to tons of ideas for creating pages in your sketchbook, plus instruction for drawing in such a way that you experience your life more fully.
Of all the creative endeavors I enjoy, this practice of drawing my life is at the center. From this daily habit, I’m enabled to see my life for the beauty that may be out in the open or hidden from view. It takes drawing to uncover it sometimes, and sketching it celebrates the life I’ve been granted.
The overall emphasis in this course is DRAWING AS A PRACTICE, NOT AS A PRODUCT. My desire is that in working through the lessons, you will experience a freedom to drawcument your life without any burden to do so in a certain way or to have a polished product. We find love and beauty in the activity of drawing…not merely in the finished sketch.
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I do not like to iron. At all.
I seem to be in a place where my heart needs re-orienting. Something is in need of being smoothed out. Yet I tell myself I like the chaotic wrinkles, the jumble of piles of laundry. I’m well aware that I’m speaking in veiled terms here. You’ll just have to go with this.
My husband wears black shirts that need ironing. No starch. Just a simple smoothing out of what the dryer doesn’t do. One shirt comes out of the dryer and is hung up on the rod in our laundry closet. A few days later, a second one. And several days later there’s a forest of black shirts hanging there waiting to be ironed.
My husband is perfectly capable of ironing his shirts himself. And he most often does. He is not waiting around for me to do this for him. For some reason, this morning, I saw those shirts hanging there and I needed to iron them. To sort them out so that they can be used, worn, enjoyed.
My life is needing a bit of sorting out. There’s too much hanging on the rod…mostly in my creative life. I’ve succumbed to the siren song that I can have my cake and eat it too, along with all the cupcakes and pies. Again, veiled generalizations.
What I realize in all this is a need to see. A desire for all of living to be grace. And the best way I know how to connect to this is through the humble act of drawing.
I don’t mean drawings to sell. Or to exhibit in a gallery. Ordinary, everyday sketches of ordinary, everyday things grant me sight that I desperately need. Even sight for the things I don’t like to do. Especially the things I don’t like to do.
I made this page in my sketchbook after I had ironed all the shirts. As I drew the contours of an iron we have had for years, and of plain black shirts that will have a white collar worn with them, I was filled with love. Love for ironing. Can you believe that? It was something about the slow process of smoothing something out and seeing the results.
And love for drawing. This crazy simple daily work of sketching the stuff of life works to melt my heart to what is right beside me and with me all the time – a man of the cloth who works to love and serve his family and congregation.
There is more that I could share, of a smoothing out, a realization of things I have realized numerous times before. That is life, isn’t it? Coming back ’round to what we have surely known before, but have forgotten somehow in the rush of living.
I may need to find a few more things to iron around here (sorry, not taking any ironing commissions! 🙂 …and to draw…
…grace in the stuff of living through the lens of my sketchbook.
I sat there in front of a photograph on the wall.
Straddling a cushioned cube at a local hangout spot, I was drawn to draw him. Ruffly shirt, dark eye peering out of stark value shifts. My own eyes tracing the shapes, the connections between shapes, the value shifts, squinting in order to see better.
What shall I use? Emptying my zippered pen/marker/pencil pouch, I didn’t realize I was talking out loud. One of my fellow drawers offered – “Use charcoal! It begs for charcoal!” Yes, I know…but I don’t wanna use charcoal…I feel rebellious.
Now if you met me, your first thought would NOT be – Wow…here’s one rebellious chic! Middle-aged, ordinary mom, dressed in homegrown clothes…quite predictable I’m sure. But today I did not want to choose the predictable. I adore charcoal. It is effortless and magical and allows you to lay in values and adjust transitions on a dime. What I wanted today was ink and water and pen and watercolor. I wanted to see if I could tame something whose primary property is FLOW (charcoal does not flow on its own), and to attempt to wrangle it into something that looked like a portrait. Yes… fountain pen, water brush, watercolor paint.
There was only a moment’s hesitation before setting my fountain pen to paper. Just enough time to choose where to start my line…on the page as well as the face…right here, I think. Then it was off to the races. Well, the tortoise race of following the contours of invisible lines were values meet. Not drawing a nose, just the shapes, where I see them. No pencil first, just gut and years of experience guiding me.
When all was said and done, or at least when I declared that the sketchbook paper couldn’t take anymore paint, that the flow I had been wrangling and taming was on that lovely verge of flowing right off the page, when I sat back and felt that it could stop in this most interesting place…I knew…
…I knew that it was not correct.
I will not go into all the ways this drawing (painting, sketch, whatever you want to call it) does not “match” the photograph, does not exhibit “correct” values or transitions, does not have perfectly measured shapes. What I will say, is that it delights me. This sketch, based purely on itself and not on any standard or pre-existing image, is exactly what I had set out for –
Unpredictable, full of flow and splash and texture, all within certain quasi-delineated bounds that give the overall impression of a face. Yes. This.
This is why I love to draw. As I peer into another’s face, a landscape, a jumble mess on my desk, I get a glimpse of my own self, of my world, of life. I could care less whether anyone else likes it, or think it’s “good” or not. In fact, I want to care less and less what I myself deem it to be.
What I want is to keep on peering into things, drawing them in unpredictable ways, trying new approaches, and so somehow to live the whole of my life in that chaotic flow, trying to wrangle it within invisible bounds so that beauty can emerge. I want to care less about whether the values are correct, the shapes perfectly measured. I definitely do not want my life to match someone else’s.
I must follow where I am led…riding on pools of watercolor as it flows, blooms, and splatters in unpredictable ways. Following an invisible line that only my Maker draws out for me. This way of living delights me. Scares me. But fascinates me and keeps me coming back to the pages of my sketchbook.