As I was collecting images and scans of sketches recently, it was apparent that I have a fascination with church windows, specifically those which in any way resemble gothic windows. It has become sort of an obsession, not that this is a new revelation, I am simply offering evidence to that fact from my sketchbooks. One more way in which the sketchbook is a window to the soul.
I have been reflecting on my transition lately. I still have no idea what I am doing, but I’m doing it to the best of my ability. That is all I ever can do, and I hope to always maintain that level of commitment in whatever I do.
Sometimes one reaches a point when experiences are far too much to process and express, in those cases, it is often best to execute a “memory dump” either writing or drawing (or whatever one’s preferred method of self expression) whatever random things are cluttering the mind, essentially clearing space for the experiences to be thoroughly processed. To some it may seem like gibberish, but it is an important step in the process, and for those who are looking, it can hold some secrete beauty.
Sketch club went to Zummo’s on a rainy day.