I have found myself drawing in the evenings more frequently, small sketches from imagination or photographs, in a pocketsize moleskine watercolour book. The paper is tough and takes some rough treatment, textured so it catches the pigment from the conte crayons.
This sketch was done over two days. It started as an image of trees reflected on water, suggested by outsideauthority’s recent post. I overloaded it with crayon, wet it and ripped at it, repaired it by gluing it to the page beneath and left it to dry. Next day I turned it by 90 degrees, painted into the dark areas with white gouache, sparing the virgin white where I had torn off the pigmented layers. I drew back into this surface with strong strokes of crayon, brushpen and watercolour.
It says something of the apocalyptic feelings which are haunting me.