Who am I to argue with Picasso? He had a prolific output, he knew what he was talking about.
However, I have to admit it now, I’m more stuck than I realized.
I have had a tumultuous year, I’ve been about as stable as a wind sock in a hurricane. I’ve slipped into doing drawings from my imagination, and cheating by filling in with decorative patterns. For me, that’s not good.
In giving myself some serious thought, I have to get back to drawing of real objects, either from life or photograph. As I did in the past, with some of my best work…such as this from longer ago than I want to admit.
Maybe I should take a sketch pad to a local park and do a REAL drawing of one of the beautiful, stark, winter landscapes around here.
Or maybe I should just draw this guy from last summer, who walked by my window, on a visit back to Queens.