Getting back to drawing

I loved drawing when I was a kid. I still remember going to the ZOO in Hluboka nad Vltavou with my grandmother, clutching to my sketchbook and color pencils. I remember sitting on the bench in front of the deers, meticulously working on the proportions of the …. When I was 9, I won that regional school painting competition, when our teacher submitted my messy watercolor image of kids playing with a soccer ball in the middle of a busy crossroads, policeman blowing the whistle… and all the colors just blending together, creating accidental muddy patches that looked like shadows. I still remember the intention to draw huge submarine interiors on an A4 paper, starting in one corner with a small figure to set the machine dimensions… but rarely finishing the drawing, as I simple ran out of ideas of what all those decks and rooms could be used for. 

And then, for 30 years, I took a break. I was into sports a lot, loved competition swimming, which meant spending most of my time in the swimming pools. Later on, I switched to baseball and again, was spending most of my time on the field. I sketched here and there but I found much interest in photography and there was so much to learn. There was also the guitar, later also piano. And there were languages and later on my economics university degree. The internet was like a salvation for my information hunger. I started devouring knowledge in all of those and other subjects.

Two years ago, over Christmas, I picked up a pencil and started sketching and I discovered so much passion in it. And I also discovered how much there is to learn. And so I am drawing, painting and learning through my days now.

I discovered, and still discovering the best ways of incorporating the daily drawing practise in my days. 

And I finally manage to figure out how to walk and draw together. I am carrying a small A6 sketchbook, and indigo color pencil and practise gesture drawing. I look at people, try to keep the pencil on the surface all the time, just get the proportions, basic shapes, the flow, and then move on. Do 20, 30 poses of people I pass.

There is alway the frustration of the warm up but once the pencil starts to really glide, it is fun, and a sort of a meditative state. And slowly, the huge disproportionate heads are starting to disappear, legs get the correct length and there is a bit more life in those little sketches.

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