The area had a lively but relaxing atmosphere. I kept doodling on the same page as I visited different places, while trying to fit them together into one scene. Then I colored in digitally, trying to keep the feel of the pen strokes.
생기 있으면서도 편안한 느낌을 주는 곳이었다. 장소를 옮겨가면서도 같은 페이지에 낙서를 추가해 나가면서 한 장면으로 만들어 보았다. 나중에 디지털 채색을 하면서 낙서의 볼펜 자국 느낌을 살리려고 해보았다.
Life drawing at ARCSOC. It was hard for me to render my own perspective as I was busy trying to capture the individuality of the model and the pose. I often feel similar trade-off between the artist’s style and the uniqueness of the object. (Compare, for example, Picasso’s early, realistic paintings vs. his late cubist paintings.) I wish I could find a way to capture both. Do you feel such tension when you draw? If so, how do you deal with it?
I added ink to the original pencil drawing. I wasn’t sure how to deal with the complex lines of the trees – if I were to draw them all with pen, they would have overshadowed the church. So I tried wash and exaggerated the contrast. The moleskin paper was too thin to take the heavy wash but I was happy with the depth from the wash. The drawing started unexpected anyway.
After reading the comparison of Fude Nib fountain pens, I decided to get the one with the widest nib. I used to think pen strokes are too dry, and brushstrokes too wet, and this one seems to strike the right balance for me. It’s stiffer than I expected, but I like it since it gives a clean edge at the tip and a rough edge on the other side, which feels like carving.
Then – although I love admiring everyday objects, one point of drawing them is to see them from fresh angles, so I let My in.
The city center of Cambridge is usually busy with tourists and shoppers during weekends, so if I have to shop, I usually scramble to get out of the center as soon as possible. But this time I decided to take my time and check out a cafe my friend recommended. The inside was full and steamy, so I had to take a seat outside, and funny enough, only then I noticed the view of The Round Church, the 800-year-old church that I have long wanted to visit.
The air was hazy and cool, and as I drew, someone knocked on the cafe window behind me. An elderly couple smiled and raised their thumbs. It was a sweet unexpected excursion in the middle of the busy city.