Yesterday was my first Friday off since the month of May. In between getting together with friends, I spent some time at the work desk. Work was a bit slow because I kept getting up to fill my coffee cup (thank you Peter Shire!) and the heat kept drying my brush way too fast. Anyway, onwards now, have I introduced you guys to my scroll?
Haha I get a kick out of calling it a sketch book because it’s a sketch book that I roll out on my desk. For now, I’ve decided not to cut anything out of it and I hope not to change my mind. I bought it from Hiromi in Bergamont Station. It’s so hard to be working so near to that store. Anyway, I had an excuse to buy this roll when my chinese sketch pad went missing. I found it wedged underneath a drawer about a couple days later.
Here’s some stuff from the scroll. I ended up flipping through my Chinese art history text book yesterday. I was so not interested in that class at the time, but I’m falling more in love with ink and i’ve been finding myself drawn to Chinese paintings.
These are from when I first got the scroll weeks ago. I think it was even still June then.
Sigh, it’s been so nice to be able to just sit and work on things I’ve been wanting to learn and enjoy the process of making work. I know I can’t always be in the sketchbooks though. I remember reading something in Bob Dylan’s Chronicles about how he never practices, his practice was when ever he got on stage and performed. I’ll find the real quote when I come across it again. I’ve just added the book to my re-read pile because I didn’t dog-ear any of the good parts.