Sketched quite a bit this month while also loading earlier drawings onto Instagram. Though drawing only two years now, I can’t believe how much stuff I’ve produced, how many different types of sketches. Here’s some of what I did this month:
I’m feeling the itch to start painting again with watercolors. Maybe, later this year, once it starts getting dark and cold, it’ll be a good time to experiment with paints and papers. Here’s more from September:
Typically, while out on a walk or off on a drive, I’ll catch a glimpse of something marvelous — something that stops my heart, something I want to dwell inside of, something I want to share. So I’ll snap a shot with my cell phone. Then, back home, I’ll spend some time with my paper, pens and pencils, and let the meditation roll.
It’s hard not to walk past St Paul’s cathedral in upper Noe Valley, especially with Bernal Heights rising in the background, and not just stop to breathe in the beauty of telephone wires — and to say a silent prayer of thanks.
Irony abounds in San Francisco, if only visually. Here, in 1895, at the corner of Gough & Ellis, St Mark’s Lutheran Church brought the word of God to the city. In 1964, a Goliath Tower rose beside the Church, replacing the word with views only God could afford.
In the end, if a pilgrim seeks to find the Lord, there’s nothing like taking a drive out of town, crossing a couple bridges, passing through mountains, following two-lane roads deep into farmland. There’s a moment that comes after killing the ignition, a moment full of country silence, a moment to take a breath — to breathe it all in.