I’m going to have to take a break from artwork for a while. I have ideas, but all of them contain lots and lots of foliage. You know what? I’m sick to death of drawing lots and lots of foliage, and I’ve also about run out of green pencils. So, until I either come up with different ideas, or feel like drawing foliage again, I’m going to be on vacation. So, here’s a blast from last year, and I bid you au revior.
I’ve actually found something that’s more tedious than drawing a lot of dots….drawing around a lot of dots. The dots in question are meant to be clover, and the around, grass.
It’s a shame I had to throw out so much of my old artwork. No space, no time to move it. There are some pieces I miss especially. One of them was a drawing of trees on a lake, but in such colors that it reminded you of a cloudy day. A moody, cloudy day.
As well as the Japanese paintings that my sister described as a rainy countryside, I find I have another association with clouds and rain. It’s what I expect England to be like. I’ve never been there, but I know the type of weather she’s famous for. Indeed, the literature that I’ve read, set in England, is made more romantic by the moody mist. I see King Arthur and Robin Hood, going through landscapes of green and gray.
So, finally I have duplicated the feeling of the old drawing I lost in time. Cloudiness and romance together as a serendipitous combination. Here goes: