I sat down at a table with another artist. The last three seats in the room were at our table all the way “up front”. I was present for an “artists advisory” exercise that was supposed to help me overcome some of my obstacles and they featured Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. Two for one is good in my book.
Our project was to make a fifteen minute sketch. Use a provided reference or not. At the end of the time we were to trade drawings and go into critique mode.
I fill up Field Notes notebooks with drawings. Sometimes I doodle in what is supposed to be my writing journal. It’s automatic I am going to draw.
I imagine typography or logos on handouts and napkins while I wait for my food.
That day I had a bad case of bashful pencil for some reason.
When time was up we traded sketches.
My table neighbor told me I over-rendered my sketch, “Try simpler pencil strokes, looser lines, and reduce the texturing.”
“But I like all of that stuff,” as if I had channeled a seven-year old whiner.
“Just like it a little less.”
So I guess I will.