I have been trying to improve my drawing skills, so last weekend I bought some charcoal and set up a still life table in the corner of my studio. This is my first, fairly quick study using my dear cast iron teapot and pottery mug.
As I did this, I was just playing to get a feel of the charcoal again after a long time. I was amazed at how the forms took shape even though I had only filled in the silhouette, before I had rendered any variation in values.
Draw as little as is compatible with your conscience – put down spots of color. Seeing things as silhouettes is drawing – the outline of your subject against the background, the outline and size of each spot of color against every other spot of color it touches, is the only kind of drawing you need bother about. If you do that faithfully you will be surprised at the result. (from: Hawthorne on Painting). [italics mine]
The dark of the charcoal and the inside of that teapot made me think of a poem by Charles Simic about the inside of a stone. Here is the last of three verses:
Thanks to all of you who have encouraged me with follows, likes and positive comments. May the star charts on your inner walls lead you to your true self.