Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Leaf Reader
I kept going back today to my yesterday's blog post, The Imaginary Village Perspective, as there was something there I was reminded of. I studied it over and over, wondering what it was that intrigued me so much. During dinner it hit me that this sketch was a little piece of something I had forgotten and lost a long time ago. It was my pleasure in creative illustration, stuff from my imagination. When I gave up oil painting in the mid 1980s, I began playing with air brush techniques (remember airbrushes?) on watercolor paper. I wrote manuscripts for children and illustrated them, as well as creating small clay sculptures to help me with shadowing. I accumulated a number of illustrations and sketches before I suddenly found myself in the "real world" of raising kids as a single mom, and had to punch a time clock in the publishing industry. Those illustrations and sketches are still in an old wooden ammo crate in my studio, under layers of clay dust. So glad we don't have cockroaches in the Pacific Northwest! They all look pretty good, still. Thought I'd share a few.