Post by Galen on Dec 9, 2008 1:14:38 GMT 1
If you stay locked up behind closed doors, you're bound to run out of ideas pretty fast.
Ideas come from experiences. The more you do and the more you see, the broader your mind becomes. It transforms from a narrow canyon with many dark spots into a vast mountain range filled with constantly growing life. Kind of like the mountain I was visiting right now. I'll be frank. I love nature, and I love getting out every once in a while for a nice walk, a little exploring, and occasionally photography and sketching when I had the opportunity to lug a sketchbook and camera around.
Today was one of those days.
One hour. One whole hour was spent hiking up this particular mountain. It looked pretty tall from the top, though I wasn't sure if I had taken the shortest, or easiest route or not. Reading maps wasn't something I was good at. Could've sworn I was reading it upside down or sideways once or twice. But either way, here I was, perched on a rocky lump at the mountain's peak, sitting on one leg while the other pointed skyward, and acted as a backrest for my sketchbook. This was one of the few landscapes I had done in a while. About twenty five of the pages before this were all concept art for stories I had yet to write down and illustrate, and probably wouldn't have the chance to write and illustrate until I graduated from school. But the broader my skills were, the better. And landscapes were good for portfolios. Might as well practice and get a few done, right?
I didn't care if it was colder than usual up here, and that I had to wear a heavier than usual jacket. I was outside, I was drawing.
I was pretty damn happy.
Ideas come from experiences. The more you do and the more you see, the broader your mind becomes. It transforms from a narrow canyon with many dark spots into a vast mountain range filled with constantly growing life. Kind of like the mountain I was visiting right now. I'll be frank. I love nature, and I love getting out every once in a while for a nice walk, a little exploring, and occasionally photography and sketching when I had the opportunity to lug a sketchbook and camera around.
Today was one of those days.
One hour. One whole hour was spent hiking up this particular mountain. It looked pretty tall from the top, though I wasn't sure if I had taken the shortest, or easiest route or not. Reading maps wasn't something I was good at. Could've sworn I was reading it upside down or sideways once or twice. But either way, here I was, perched on a rocky lump at the mountain's peak, sitting on one leg while the other pointed skyward, and acted as a backrest for my sketchbook. This was one of the few landscapes I had done in a while. About twenty five of the pages before this were all concept art for stories I had yet to write down and illustrate, and probably wouldn't have the chance to write and illustrate until I graduated from school. But the broader my skills were, the better. And landscapes were good for portfolios. Might as well practice and get a few done, right?
I didn't care if it was colder than usual up here, and that I had to wear a heavier than usual jacket. I was outside, I was drawing.
I was pretty damn happy.
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