As good as I am about multi-tasking; blogging has slipped the “to-do” list. My mother’s health rapidly declined since my last post and we lost her at the end of March. I think my Dad was tired of waiting for her as she passed the day before his birthday. So I hope they are now guiding me and encouraging me to do the things I love to do.
I never liked to color coloring books as a child, but I did enjoy LOOKING at them. I always loved the contrast of the black line – how clean it was against the light cream page. I liked whales, Chilly Willy, so the whole black and white thing is a childhood issue for me. And there is nothing wrong with that. Maybe that is why I prefer to draw with an inked line rather than color and embellish.
Do I own color? Yes, I am obsessed with collecting color. From Copics to Lyra pencils, from Caran D’ Ache Neoart to Crayolas, paints, and pastels, chalks, and inks – I have them all. Paper? Another obsession, but give me a handful of Pitt pens in jet black and I am a happy one.
My recent black line play has led to the “Les Chats” collection. Meet Luce, Luc, Marcel and Francoise. I’m sure there are wonderful things that can be created with this quarto of kitties with colorful imaginations. For now, I’m going to keep doodling and see what pours out of my pen.