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The ramblings of a harebrained artist at his wits end.

 

 

I was reading The Art Spirit by Robert Henri the other day and came across the passage that prompted the title of my previous blog, Sketch Hunter...

"The sketch hunter has delightful days of drifting about among people, in and out of the city, going anywhere, everywhere, stopping as long as he likes --- no need to reach any point, moving in any direction following the call of interests.  He moves through life as he finds it, not passing negligently the things he loves, but stopping to know them, and to note them down in the shorthand of his sketchbook, a box of oils with a few small panels, the fit of his pocket, or on his drawing pad.  Like any hunter he hits or misses.  He is looking for what he loves, he tries to capture it.  It's found anywhere, everywhere.  Those who are not hunters do not see these things.  The hunter is learning to see and to understand --- to enjoy."

While it's been many years since I was able to "drift about among the people...going anywhere, everywhere", I still try to see like the hunter and keep my sketchbook with me at all times.  At meetings, at church, even open while driving in my car.  Stopping and taking note when the need arises.