Friday, February 25, 2011 at 7:00 AM
A quick sketch I did up at the ski lodge last weekend. I love my small, truly pocket-sized sketchbook (by Handbook) and my selection of pens and portable watercolors. There is no sensation quite like sinking into observation, focusing all of your attention on one point and truly noticing how one line flows to another, how the colors blend.
Even now I can recall exactly where I was when I made this sketch; Sitting, legs up, on an old bench. Musty, nappy orange carpet covered the wooden planks, threadbare throughout. Looking out of the frosted glass, I concentrated on the small stand of trees, ignoring the muddy cars parked at their base and the power lines just beyond.
Danalynn & Chris