Today's sketch is from an evening drive I took a few weeks ago.
I'll admit, I'm generally not one to take meandering drives with no particular destination in mind. Part of that comes from the fact that I've never owned a car until now; I'm not used to having a vehicle at my disposal, regardless of the day or time. I'm also ambivalent about car culture, because I consider autos to be a polluting, costly, isolation-inducing necessity, not a pleasure, but hey, that's my opinion.
That said, sometimes you need to get out of town, so after work one evening I hopped in my car and started driving east. After about 40 minutes or so I noticed a someone taking a picture on the other side of the road, so I stopped, got out, and saw something like this:
I was so taken with the lurid, almost hallucinatory colors reflecting off that little pond that I decided to start sketching. Since the sun was setting, the scene I was drawing was constantly changing, so like many of my sketches, what I'm recording is a compilation of moments rather than a single one. Originally I had drawn in some telephone wires, but these got washed out as I began applying color in earnest. I thought about putting them back in, but ultimately omitted them because I rather liked the primordial feel of the overall scene. Eventually I returned home, but it felt nice to get out of town for a little while.
Perhaps I should go out driving more often.
I'll admit, I'm generally not one to take meandering drives with no particular destination in mind. Part of that comes from the fact that I've never owned a car until now; I'm not used to having a vehicle at my disposal, regardless of the day or time. I'm also ambivalent about car culture, because I consider autos to be a polluting, costly, isolation-inducing necessity, not a pleasure, but hey, that's my opinion.
That said, sometimes you need to get out of town, so after work one evening I hopped in my car and started driving east. After about 40 minutes or so I noticed a someone taking a picture on the other side of the road, so I stopped, got out, and saw something like this:
I was so taken with the lurid, almost hallucinatory colors reflecting off that little pond that I decided to start sketching. Since the sun was setting, the scene I was drawing was constantly changing, so like many of my sketches, what I'm recording is a compilation of moments rather than a single one. Originally I had drawn in some telephone wires, but these got washed out as I began applying color in earnest. I thought about putting them back in, but ultimately omitted them because I rather liked the primordial feel of the overall scene. Eventually I returned home, but it felt nice to get out of town for a little while.
Perhaps I should go out driving more often.
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