For the past couple of weeks, Bethany has been asking me to draw her a picture of a pirate. I really don't know why. I told her that I would, but she'd almost always ask me when we were driving in the car. I'd agree, get home, and promptly forget. Tonight, she finally asked again just as she was going to bed. I promised I'd get right on it as soon as she got in bed. Accordingly, as soon as her lights were off, and I left the room, I got out a piece of paper and a pencil, and got to work. This is the final product:
I clearly need to work on my proportions (and other things), but considering the fact that I haven't really sketched anything since high school--15+ years ago--it's not too bad. In fact, it was kind of fun. I did just the pirate first, in black and white, then decided he needed some color. That sash was just screaming out at me to be colored red. Then he looked like he was just standing in air, so I had to add some other details. It's still a bit plain, but it's better than before.
I'd forgotten how therapeutic sketching can be for me. I can remember working on projects for art class, and getting totally absorbed in them. I love when those creative juices start flowing, and you can see your mental picture taking shape right in front of your eyes. It's very enjoyable. I may have to do this some more. I wonder if Bethany will ask me to draw her another picture?
