Tuesday, October 17, 2017

A Beginning...

While vacationing in Spain in the spring of 2015, I took a day trip to the beautiful El Escorial Palace just outside of Madrid.

Inside the Palace Basilica was the Altarpiece
- a sight to behold - but alas, no picture taking allowed.  A roving attendant stood at the ready to dissuade offenders. 

Well, I thought I could sketch it, at least.  I sat on the last left-side pew, before reaching for my little Moleskine notebook and a pencil in my bag.  Marking the lines wasn't easy at first yet I felt relaxed, peaceful, and content sketching the scene before me.  The occasional and approving glance from the guard brought me a smile. Do I still have it?



I used to enjoy drawing when I was much younger. How could this activity lose favor in my life?  When was the last time I did that?  It doesn't matter.

Between the measured look at the altarpiece and the not so straight lines I penciled in on my little notebook, I reckoned I did okay.  Little did I know this instance would kickstart my love of drawing again.  

Since then, I slowly picked up on drawing.  Many times, the results were of poor sketches saved for one or two.  However, when I look at any one of my sketches, it easily transports me back to the place and time I was creating it.  And that makes for a good story telling!




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