Having not drawn anything for two and a
half years I found drawing difficult. It was also very tiring and wasn’t coming
naturally. When I was a child, I had how to draw books. I had books on how to
draw and paint trees. I am still drawing them. I also had a book on how to draw
horses. My favourite book was at my grandparents’ house.
I still have this book, “I Wish I
could Draw:” A System of Art Teaching by Natural Methods by Percy V.
Bradshaw, published in 1941. Bradshaw was a cartoonist who founded his own art
correspondence course, The Press Art School. I remember using it to try and
draw an apple. I realised that many of the visual images in this book have
returned in different artworks over the years. I also used to copy from images
in bird books as I was obsessed with birds. I am still drawing birds.
These days the internet is full of how
to draw posts and videos. They seem to be some of the most popular posts and
blogs. The problem is, I do not really know how I draw. I often get to a point
when I am drawing where I want to give up. The drawing bears no resemblance to
the item I am drawing from. If I persevere, usually after smudging the drawing
with my finger, I suddenly reach the point where the drawing resembles
something.
Sometimes my drawings evolve organically
as with the drawing below. It slowly builds up into an image. These are my best
drawings; they feel as though they have drawn themselves. I have often heard this referred to as flow
but for me it is a state of waking dreaming. A meditative state in which there
is no obvious thinking process. It is as though some other part of oneself
takes over and draws for you. I do not always enter this state of mind, and
then drawing is a struggle. It’s more about patience, perseverance and a lot of
time.












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