This morning found me thinking about what to write. It's a busy time and trying to find some 'me time' has been difficult with no respite in sight for the near future.
However a couple of things have changed;
I resigned from a committee at the Wellington Artists Gallery
and from the Critique Group at the Photographers Guild.
However I did replace them with a new group, I joined the KW Urban Sketchers group. A loosely knit group of people who share a common thread, the love of drawing, painting and sketching.
The manifesto is simple:
We draw on location, indoors or out, capturing what we see from direct observation.
Our drawings tell the story of our surroundings, the places we live and where we travel.
Our drawings are a record of time and place.
We are truthful to the scenes we witness.
We use any kind of media and cherish our individual styles.
We support each other and draw together.
As I try to grow as an artist, recovering that which was lost so many years ago this seemed like a good trade.
Things change and we change.
Some things had to be given up to allow other things to grow...
I have just finished reading :The Tree's in my Forest” By Bernd Heinrich.
Although it is about tree's and a forest, literally . The analogy between our lives and his forest are quite clear, or where too me...
Tree seedlings can sit dormant or growing very slowly for years, until conditions change, allowing them to reach for the sun and grow.
A tree crashes to earth as a result of old age, high winds or Ice. In doing so it relinquishes its hold on the canopy space.
Sunlight floods the forest floor and the sleepy seedlings reach for the skies..
In my case the tree's that fell were the committee's. In their removal a space opened up for this fledgling artist to reach for the sky.
Well that's the general idea, now where is my pencil and sketchpad ? ….
“Sometimes, to pursue a new idea, the artist must forfeit his deposit on an old idea”. ~Robert Brault