Experimental drawing

In the Experimental Drawing we are supposed to be working taking the methods of Len Tabner and David Tress.  As an aside, last week I was dead impressed by the work produced by the others: painting. tearing and re-forming abstract landscapes or using very mixed media with great results.

I’ve got a bit semi-detached from the class.  When I arrive it takes me a while to wind down from work and I’m usually hungry which is a downer on creativity.  I’d missed a couple of sessions and arrived more than half way through a week ago on the day we re-started with the new theme.

Last week, however, I’d been to a meeting all day about how to combine drugs to arrest cancer.  I came back on the train inspired and writing a proposal for work leading to a trial.  I was home earlier than usual and actually ate.  So I got to the class on time and with a plan.  I am still inspired by a book I’d been reading recently to my children.  I hit the paper with watercolour, then charcoal then threw gouache onto the unfixed graphite.  The result, above, is nothing like the class theme but it entertained me.

Below were my first thoughts from the previous week.

These are a beginning for this composition.  I will go in two ways.  I plan to re-draw this in landscape with more clearly thought through elements of the whole.  But I also intend to sacrifice these drawings, shred them and re-use the pieces.

Finally, I mentioned that these are inspired by my reading out at bedtime.  I post here my 5-year old daughter’s drawing based on our current book.  No prizes for guessing the book …

Across the Marsh to where Ettinsmoor meets the sea

“They were on a great flat plain which was cut into countless little islands by countless channels of water.  the islands were covered with coarse grass and bordered with reeds and rushes.  Clouds of birds were constantly alighting in them and rising from them again.  Many wigwams could be seen dotted about …

Eastward … you could tell by the salt tang in the wind which blew from that direction that the sea lay over there.  To the North there were low pale-coloured hills, in places bastioned with rock.  The rest was all flat marsh.  Seen under a morning sun, with a fresh wind blowing, and the air filled with the crying of birds, there was something fine and fresh and clean about its loneliness.”

Reading this to my children, I was struck how evocative is this passage.  I remembered reading it myself for the first time when i was about eight.

How influential are are ones childhood books?  Today, I am thrilled by the loneliness of marshland and the wheeling and crying of massed waterfowl.

If you have not guessed this passage comes from C.S Lewis’ “The Silver Chair”.