I’m the sort that just draws stuff. My sketching lacks attempts to generate good compositions, to capture large panoramic scenes, or achieve balance and unity. I simply draw stuff that interests me. I realize these other things matter but for me, the fun comes from making lines on a page. What they define is a very low priority for me. Goofy view of art, I know, but it is mine. I’m trying hard to learn these other things, to worry about them, and somehow bring them to my sketches, but sometimes I just like to draw the cool thing and then stop.
Along Rue St. Paul, across from the train station, there are some really great old buildings with lots of gables, towers, and, as my dad used to call it, “gingerbread” that makes them special. I was walking along and decided to draw one of the towers on a corner building. But this building goes a long way in both directions, with a bunch of windows and cables. I didn’t want to spend that much time on it, so I just drew the cool part and stopped. I was happy with that result.
