Hello all, Jill Berry here. I wanted to share a story of opposites, which is this month's theme.
Our family took a trip to Mexico last year. One morning I sat on the terrace of our hotel drawing the folks walking by on the Malecon, the path that runs along the sea front through much of the city of Mazatlan. I have had life drawing classes and took a realistic approach to drawing these folks, though if you have tried this you know how challenging it can be to sketch moving things. My kids were asleep inside, and I had coffee and my journal for at least an hour on that terrace. I tried to balance the page with color, composition and contrast.
Sam (who was 10) woke up, popped out on the terrace with major bedhead, saw what I was doing and asked to do a page. In one minute he drew Fish Boy, who “was laughing so hard his head got humongous.” I am especially fond of his seaweed style glasses.
Sam experienced no planning, hesitation, self-doubt or fear, he just leaped in like kids do. Watching him work is blissful, it makes my heart sing to watch him find a boy on the beach, interpret him this way and have at it. Our approaches were almost the opposite, and surely mine had exponentially more effort. Not that I was buried in fear, but you know what I mean.
I colored the page later since he was onto something else, so that part is mine, but I am enchanted with Sam’s Fish Boy, and see a real future for him.
Happy Saturday to each and every sketcher out there!