It always surprises me how intimate the act of drawing is. By putting your pen to paper you are making marks that come from within. They are yours. Learning to own them and work with them is a beautiful journey. It can be somewhat tumultuous at times as we can all be our worst enemy. For me, watching, encouraging and guiding others to love their own drawings is such a reward.
Take our morning view from Saturday for example. The group met on Dornoch Terrace to look down over Boundary Street. The view is a magnificent aspect for drawing in one point-perspective. Every sketch was so uniquely personal. When drawing you are the author. You take action and decide how the story is told. Drawing offers possibilities to imagine the alternative, the other, the future.