Quillscapes is a product of serendipity. I have been
sketching for years, sometimes the same mountain landscape over and over
again. On one visit to the Northwest to see my family, one sketch for my father led
simple sketch of a birch forest, from a photo I found in
The Tree coffee table book, aligned my life with my
Thinking back, trying to remember the first time I
thought I could sketch things, I recalled so many
moments that could have pointed me here sooner.
doodling is really good." said a friend at school.
your drawing, it looks real" said a church member after
I handed out a flyer with my lantern sketch on it.
sketches look just like your grandfather's" said my Aunt
is quite nice, could you draw something for me?" asked a
friend of my mother's.
are becoming quite an artist!" my mother exclaimed.
Last Christmas, I
didn't have the funds to send my family gifts. I realized the only gift
I had to give was a sketch. I thought about each family member, one by
one. I sketched something of significance to them and shipped it out,
hoping they wouldn't laugh. As Christmas neared, I felt nervous. Who
would like their gift? Who would exclaim, "what the heck IS this?"
The big day came, and I
waited. Phone calls trickled in, first my mother, then the other sibs.
All appreciated the time I took. OK, not all the drawings were that
great, especially an attempt to sketch a teenager. Sorry, Oliver.
My mother was
especially pleased. Since it was her father's artwork I was most
following. Not only her father's, but hers as well as she is an
accomplished wildlife and pet portrait artist. It was her work that I most wanted
to be like, however, the more artwork I completed , the more it matched
the work of my grandfather. I wish I could have met him, to watch him
sketch. The tiny grass blades, the shadow of a rock, so real and so
unique to him.
My mother gave some
artistic advice, and said, keep going, you are really doing well. Those
words warmed my heart and settled in for months.
Then the trip to
Seattle on August 8th, 2009. The reason? To deliver my sons back to
school there, including the youngest's car. I packed some pens, and some mat boards, thinking I would have
time to make some more gifts for people. The night before my trip to see
my father, I found
The Tree book, thought about my father,
and selected a birch tree forest. An hour later or so, it was done. My sister liked
it so much, she flipped through the book, and asked for one herself.
The next day, I handed my artwork to my father.
All I needed was the look on his face. He was smiling. To know that my
artwork could make anyone smile was an answer to a call. We walked
straight to the art store for supplies.
So there it is, a
start. A real start at sketching in Pen and Ink.
This site will
chronicle my artwork. Let's hope we can see the improvement as time goes
on. If you see any sketch you relate to, let me know. If you want
something custom or a print of what I have done already, contact me.
And don't forget your
sketch book, there is always a happy plant that wants to pose!