It’s been a while since I sat down and did any whimsical male face practice for the #100 Artworks challenge. I guess I’ve been experiencing an internal struggle with my own drawing style. I have a clear idea in my head of what I want, I just don’t know how to express it through the motion of my hands and fingers.
I’ve doodled endlessly over the past few months trying to develop a particular style, each and every version I have rejected – crumpling up doodles and sketches and tossing them into the trash.
I know deep down in my heart that I can do this, I refuse to accept the idea that I can’t. Art is about developing a style you’re comfortable with, one that makes you happy and confident enough to say to the world, or at least a loved one “look what I did”.
I’ve gone through many evenings staring at a blank piece of paper, I’ve doodled and twiddled and zentangled to my hearts content, but no faces have emerged that didn’t look like they’d come from the imagination of Steven King. Zombies and monsters I can do, they’re easy. Whimsical male faces…not so easy!
But last night…and here’s the Eureka moment for me…out of the blue, my fingers doodled a face. I sat and stared at it. It was right. It was just what I had been waiting for to flow from my pencil. So I did it again and again and again and guess what…more faces emerged, all different, but all in the same style, the style I really hoped I could do.
So this morning I sat with a watercolour pad and put pencil to paper and drew, then painted 3 faces, one after the other.
Now that wasn’t so hard was it!