Sketch: The Pond at Fort G— With Duck
I like to cross disciplines by way of increasing my total artistic intelligence.
So although I consider myself a writer, lately I’ve been sketching a lot as well. Whenever I am sitting idly and waiting for something, somewhere, I pull out my sketch book and pencil – or in this case, the only pen I had in my purse.
We’d been having lunch at the pond and while Scottie took Johnny around to the beach or the playground, I sat on a bench, swatting at fire ants and sketching. It increases personal integrity. I mean that. There’s something about the attempt that makes you a little more whole, a little more steady, a little more true to truth. Above is the landscape composite I did on the last day.
Later on I turned many of my brief sketches into a series of preliminary possible illustrations (such as the one below) for a picture book I’m working on. I’m hoping my brother-in-law, a developing artist, will help me to turn them into regular color illustrations.