I found myself enchanted by daybreak this year. For reasons I'm not quite certain, I was drawn to draw early summer mornings. Mark making was an endeavor I wrongly underestimated for years. Be it intimidation or plain ignorance, it was akin to house cleaning on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. A chore.
Then I pondered, "You hard headed farmer! You're going about this all wrong. Why not consider drawing a form of painting...a task you know well; one that brings a great deal of joy to you?" And from then on, I took a look around with different eyes.
At daybreak, I'd grab a hand full of finely tuned pencils, a sketchpad and a heap of enthusiasm and head straight to the park to begin my new project in earnest. Graphite Paintings. Right here you'll see what I saw...when I took a look around.