For art class this morning, I took only my pen and ink supplies. My thought was that since I also had Crazy Quilt Class in the afternoon, I didn't want to run the risk of carrying wet smears of oil paint on my clothing or hands and transferring those smears to fabric. I wouldn't be happy, and I can't even imagine how I would feel if the transfer was made to a CzQ block belongig to someone else. I shudder to think . . .
So I spent an hour working with the dip pen because I'm still not used to the feel of it as it moves across paper. I worked on a sketch of gulls in flight (photo courtesy of Mardi), and it was spectacularly awful. I learned that dip pens were intended for use on smooth paper (like vellum, perhaps? excuse me, "duh" moment here), and I was using my bumpy watercolor paper. It was so awful I hid it in my folder so I wouldn't have to see it.
Anyway, while hiding the dreadfulness, I found a photo that said, "Try me" in a chirpy voice. So during the last 15 minutes of class time, I worked on a pen and ink sketch using my fountain pen, a new cartridge, and the watercolor paper. Although certainly not finished, it has promise as a study for a finished work.
I won't bother with what is wrong with this work because it really is a quick sketch. The paper should not be horizontal for this particular scene, but when I started I didn't think I'd get around to adding the figure and all the vegetation. I was more interested in the ramshackle barn, and ironically, I spent the least amount of time on it.
Let me just say that I like it enough to work on another sketch of this subject soon.
Oh, I should also say that D recognized both the site and the person with no hints. "Happy days are here again . . ."
Since David recognized it, is that his dad at home? Inquiring minds, you know. And I really like it!
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