Over the last 25 yrs it is now surprising to me that i have moved so far away from this form of simple sketch colour dynamic expression. I colored through many pencil crayon boxes over that time. Obsessive compulsively trying to explode colour through sketch in letters i sent. Trying to find pencil crayons bright enough to convey my intensity. Pressing hard through the paper.
It will be exciting to try re-explore, re-ignite this medium of artistic expression. This will be an interesting undertaking for me now. Not rarely for you, but the exercise is for me to again gain control of a medium of expression. Re-looking at these early attempts to understand my perception of sketch outline, subject matter and color pencil crayon ability - This has brought a real satisfactory smile to my demeanor now. Very happy to try re-awaken this simple process of realigning ones artistic mind through simple sketching. Drawing simple subject matter in an intense color explosion of attempted control.
Not so much for ability, but to simply experiment with the intensity of what one sees and how one individually interprets it. That would be my own idea of artistic originality - That would be ones very own creative design journey to re-explore. Perhaps i will again spend time in Swellendam. Re-imagining my time spent. I walked the forests, over the berg and through the town. Got milk fresh from the dairy, thick like white butter. I was with Rommel, my brother had a border who had a cross dobermin type labrador cross. He looked mean like a junk yard dog, but beautifully natured. That dog was my friend as i laid out a vegetable garden and spent much time on trying to prepare myself for life after school. A simple life, thinking back now, it was full and fun.
These few remaining sketch examples of the time, of over 100 sketch attemps that i snail mailed off. One is of my brother sleeping, views from the front stoep, of the kitchen window and flowers picked from the incredible garden. The 1 fantasy type pic was a fusion of real and the imaginings. A summer, spring spent in Swellendam to clear my mind and prepare me for a future after school. I havent sent a sketch picture letter like this since then. However i did send out well over 100 at the time. These example like i said where just the overspill that my brother kept. The rest thrown away to the four winds.
