As usual, this morning I was doing my regular drawing ritual straight after breakfast. It’s my meditation – to engender calm.
It’s my therapy – to keep bad thoughts at bay.
My training – to help me focus, to learn – to hopefully make better pictures.
To help me improve my hand, eye, brain coordination.
To be open to accidents, because in art, I believe, every accident is a gift.
I was drawing some roughly symmetrical patterned leaves, starting at the top, gradually getting bigger as they fluttered down the page. Leaves woven together by branches with a suggestion of bark , also, appearing to get closer towards the bottom.
Simple outlines : leaf shape, branch shape.
Simple patterns : decorative.
Unexpectedly, a leaf on the left resembled the beak of a bird. I had no choice but to go with it. The bird wanted to be depicted so it popped up in the picture.
Sitting happily in a simple tree, contemplating it’s existence.
I was pleasantly surprised because, now, the drawing was somehow more purposeful.
And complete.