My on-line diary began in the 1990's from my studio in the North of England. After a lapse of ten years, I resumed posting from my present studio on the Caribbean island of Dominica.

From the far beginning, the intention has been to give an insight into my working methods, and to share the triumphs, trials and tribulations of work-in-progress.

My diary pages are followed by thousands of artists, art students and art lovers in over 50 countries.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

There’s no rubbing out…

I only enforce one rule for those attending my life class: no erasers!

In sketching, as in life, every moment counts, mistakes and all.  There’s no turning the clock back.  One of my mature students put it nicely when she told the class, “I’ve earned every line on my face”.  Hidden in a confusion of wrong lines is the right line.  When I find it, I firm it up and the wrong lines remain to emphasis that I have figured it out.  Sometimes I leave the viewer to determine which line is the right line.  Thus, I invite the viewer have a say in the creative process.

A multitude of lines gives testimony to the struggle one faces when working from the live model.  The model is alive and the artist has to somehow or other put the very breath of life down on paper.  As you can see from today’s picture, right lines and wrong lines all count, there’s no rubbing out.


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