“Let whoever may have attained to so much as to have the power of drawing know that he holds a great treasure.” (Michelangelo)
When I block out all distractions and stay focused on my subject, drawing is like breathing – or like taking a refreshing nap! After half an hour of drawing, I often trade my pencil for a paintbrush. I quickly wean into a never-never land, and time seems suspended until something pulls me back into the present. At times I am painting, and at times I am drawing with my paintbrush.
Many insects flock to the porch lights at my friends’ property near Mindo Ecuador; while sweeping the floor each morning, I collect the dead specimens and use them for reference when I take a timeout for art. An eclectic composition evolves over the course of a week.
In order to truly know nature, explore the minute details of a leaf or a flower or an insect. Just looking/inspecting doesn’t always brand those details to memory, but the power of drawing rewards one with a profound appreciation of nature.