A small sketch as I lay in bed with my leg elevated after knee surgery yesterday. This view has similarities to the woods at the back of the land we live on. The branches and forms made from quick scratchy pencil marks are imagined and don’t actually reference the true natural makeup of that space.
Despite mostly making abstract artwork, when I actually set out to “sketch”, natural forms are usually what comes out. This is also the kind of mark making I give myself the most trouble with. As soon as a drawing attempts to represent something real, my inner critic rises up to full height.
Something intended to convey an impression of a space always falls short to me. Possibly because the set of impressions natural spaces can make on us are so deep and multifaceted that I ask too much of my pencil marks.