This post originated as an email to one of my friends in the sketch group, Karen Neale. I haven't been to sketch group in a few weeks, so Karen sent me a couple of her latest pictures, saying she was proud of them. This is my response:
Those are great! I especially like the one with the pickup.
I'm really proud of my last two sketches, too! One day last year Nancy gave me an erasable pen. I loved it, but it soon ran out of ink (I'm not saying anything bad about Nancy, she couldn't have known it was almost out) and I never thought to look for another. Then, a few weeks ago, the Times' Wirecutter column reviewed an erasable pen which they said they loved. It was by Pilot, and Pilot gels are my go-to pens for writing, so I ordered a packet of these pens and they are great. My first assay was my music stand, and I was pleased that I didn't actually have to erase anything. Then, the other day, I was laying out and, eyes closed to the sun, I had a vision of a lonely highway on a high plain with a telephone pole and an old gas station sign and mountains in the background and I got to wondering if I could draw this image. I can't draw freehand (from the imagination, as Vincent would say; he couldn't either) but I thought I might be able to pull off this simple image. So I came back inside, sat down with my little pad and erasable pen, took a deep breath, pulled up the mental image again, and did it! With no erasures!
Who all was there today?
