Sketching a tree is simple. Other subjects are more difficult.
Pixie was a very obliging subject, dozing in the late summer afternoon following a hard day’s work hauling a gypsy wagon along country roads in farmland near Bendigo, Victoria.
I haven’t turned those sketches into a painting yet, but I might one day. Sometimes the act of drawing is just another way of engaging with the subject, paying close attention to detail, reverencing the form, observing the way light shapes the surface. It is the end result in itself.
In a way, drawing is like a meditation. A silent communion between artist, subject and paper.
Of course, it’s easier if the subject doesn’t move much. Like a tree. Or a sleepy horse.