Jun 23, 2014 10:52 PM
Life On An Empty Page
They all start out this way ~ with a blank page staring up at me, stark and white. My box of colored pencils lays open, the array of colors, criss-crossed and of varying lengths await my hand to pick them up. Always at this stage I hesitate, fearful and I wonder if this time I will be able to bring life to this empty page that lays before me. Slowly I take my sketching pencil, its outer shell is dark green with lighter green swirled through it. It is an 'HB', a good all around pencil ~ for sketching, for shading, for outlining. It is not too hard or too soft, both of which have their purpose but not here or now.
A vision dances through my mind and I must take it from there and put it on this piece of paper. The paper itself is heavy and textured, just right for trapping my colors so that there might be depth and life in my drawing. And so as I start an outline it is faint and without life. Just lines upon a paper, nothing more. Always I wonder if I can give enough to make this drawing real, more than lines upon paper. I dig through my box finding my base colors and I set about filling in the lifeless sketch. Even at this point I hesitate, doubting my ability. So I add more depth with color, shading, lines, shadow and light. As time passes life emerges on my once empty page. My drawing becomes a part of me and a little of my heart goes into each one. The moment of completion and apart of my life is now on this page.
This day it was a little wren upon a fence post. He didn't fully come to life until his eye shone back at me and I envisioned him flying free and singing his little heart out atop my Mountain Ash tree. The more I layered on his colors the more I fell in love with him. He stole a bit of my heart as his vision no longer danced through my mind, he was released through my fingertips and became life on a once empty page