I've
always had an ambition that, when it comes to May, I'm going to be out
every day, drawing while the hedgerows and woods are at their freshest.
Somehow, I've never quite made it. Always some job has cropped up. Surely
this year I had a chance of getting out there; now that I've made up my
mind to concentrate on drawing from nature instead of taking on miscellaneous
commissions?
To an extent I've managed it: earlier this month we spent a week in Norfolk
and I produced 20 or 30 drawings which I will put into one of my Sketchbook
Sushi booklets.
The
trouble is that after this month's trip to Norfolk, the Dalesway Walk
in April and the Normanton Chronicles in March I've now got a
backlog of three Sushi sketchbooks to compile. Along with the
usual chores that have loomed up it's taken a lot determination to finish
writing The Normanton Chronicles this week but I've done it at
last.
The drawings in the booklet tell the story, the text is minimal, and
yet writing has taken as long, or longer, as it did to do the drawings
in the first place.
Baskets |
Thanks to all that writing this is the first
reasonable drawing I've done in a week: a stack of baskets, ready
for a birthday buffet at my mother-in-law's (that's Betty the Bunny
Knitter who you might remember from a previous diary entries, her
latest creation in a farmer's wife mouse in a smock carrying a sheaf
of corn). |
Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk
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