There came a time when I was just killing time, sitting at my desk.
I wished I had a drum set. I did have one for a while, as a custodian of a drum set for a beginners orchestra. Those were happy days. I am sure my neighbors didn't think so !
So I ended up doodling. I had taken some picture of this martial artist in a park and I've observed him for a long time. His energy intrigued me. Somehow I opened my album at his page.
I grabbed my brush and scratched on my ruled notebook.
then I got a little bolder and tried something beyond stick figures
I felt kind of sheepish and giggly, almost like a school kid; doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing, and all the time being afraid to get caught.
I think this freshness motivated me. This is a game now.
out comes the sketch pad and charcoal pencil. I am filling in with more details now.
I really wasn't too concerned about whether the image has the correct proportions or not. In my mind I could only feel his movements, his energy. I was trying to picture that.
Then I tried my ink and brush on the sketch pad
Finally I had the urge to try that on Xuan with ink.
That was a fun way to spend an afternoon!
