How is life treating you lately? I hope all is well on your side of the world.
Today was a really dreary and cold day. The kind of day where all I’d want to do is stay in bed with a hot cuppa chai or a hot almond cinnamon chocolate drink and a good book.
But there were enough tasks to do, and so I got out of bed, took a hot shower, did my daily yoga and meditation and was off to work.
One thing I got done today was to colour in my roses sketch I did on the weekend as part of the MATS Bootcamp roses study.
Roses are really tricky to draw. It’s like you see something and then when you put it down on paper, that what you had in mind looks nothing like what you executed on paper!
So, I tried again, and again, and again… until, after many failed attempts, I kind of got the hang of it. Or let’s say, I am not as intimidated by drawing them anymore.
In the following are the results of my weekend rose exercise sketches I dare to share:
And finally, the above shown digital sketch in pencil and black ink pen straight from my sketchbook. I made this one as a compilation of my rose exercise:
I think this weekend and for the moment, wild roses turned out to be my favourite roses.
Not just because they are relatively simple to draw; because they are. But, their simple shape and pink colour tossed around haphazardly in a juicy green bush is so beautifully chaotic and charming. A bit like an abstract painting.
I guess it’s kind of in my nature as a Sagittarius to like all things wild. 😉
The other thing I noticed is, I must have quite a vivid imagination because while sketching, drawing, inking and working digitally on all roses, I had the feeling I could actually make out the scent of the roses as if I were sniffling in a bunch of roses as depicted in the above sketch.
Now where many artists and designers participating in MATS Bootcamp mentioned having had this on their mind ‘Roses are red, violets…’, I couldn’t help having the song: ‘I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden,…’ on my mind.
After a while, it felt a bit like a broken record, I must admit, and I am glad that I was able to knock it out of my mind.
But as for roses, what more can I say than: they are simply beautiful.
May your week be beautiful!