Last Saturday morning I made a last minute decision to meet a fellow Urban Sketcher in NW. I made a calculated decision to bring some pastels because they’re too messy to explore in my small space. It turned out to be a glorious fall day – not entirely the chill November day I anticipated. Thus, when I had to run to catch the street car, my thin woolly layers taught me something new about myself: I have become that un-urbane urbanite willing to de-layer down to de-basics on sparsely inhabited public transit as needs dictate.
I’d intended to go for some bright, modern totem poles, but couldn’t get a good vantage point to soak in the sun, so I opted to draw some fall trees. Still on my black paper kick, the effect was very un-autumnal. It didn’t help that I used my Sakura soufflé pens because they stand out so well on black. It reminds me of my mom’s summer fairy light garden.
The black paper faked me out a few times. The wasps nests are actually stones. I used my darkest Sakura pen to apply shadow instead of using the paper: concave instead of convex results.
These little guys are on a small Japanese spiral bound book that I keep with my Sakura pens. I’ve been doing small doodles of apartment things: my mounted arrowheads, the motif of a Japanese tea set that I’ve had since I was sixteen.
I love experimenting with different media, but I’m feeling the pull toward another figure.