A Casting of Stones

companion site for the web-sketchbook of David-Glen Smith




Friday, May 30, 2014

Moment 21: Offering

I got the last piece of home-made peach pie for lunch. The lawn has been mowed. The syllabi for the upcoming terms are almost finalized. No bills were in the mail today. From my window I can see two egrets wandering across the small canal that slices through our subdivision.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

quick doodle

After more than a few months of silence, I am finally beginning to reconstruct all the various sites I contribute to. My time, I discovered, is less static than what it once was: five minutes here, a half hour there. The free moments splinter and scatter about my schedule as miniature oasis, mirages on the horizon line causing images to warp and blur in the heat. I will need to start small and aim to regroup old habits.

Below is a scrap of a scribble hastily sketched on the back of an envelope. Without expectations the end result is satisfactory. In a few days I may take it up to a higher level drawing.



Doodle || dream

Friday, March 18, 2011

moment 20: without words




The ramifications of silence and meditation have been on my mind lately.

The global events of course play into this mindset. I am more conscious of worldly affairs only because of my adopted boy, Brendan. Those typical parental feelings of protection and security overwhelmed me without warning. They took me by surprise.

I am surprised they took me by surprise. I should have known the emotions would flood over — radically change my perspective.

In particular the crisis in Japan plays in my head. What began as a traumatic natural disaster spiraled into a human-generated chaos.

Ironically the sketch posted today unintentionally echoes a haiku I wrote earlier in the week. Just noticed this while posting the illustration a few moments ago.

Silence can weigh down
the tongue with a loss for words.
Spring shifts forward.

For some reason this sketch took me three days to complete—even though I formulated the idea during last week. Distractions of the baby and grading papers over the school break played heavy into the delay. Primarily, the image of the small blossom took the longest to form. I kept staring at the borders of the torn paper after they were inked onto the page. For two days nothing worked from the catalog of possibilities. Until a strong cup of stale, decaf coffee this morning. Odd how taste factors into the creation process.

Pens: Micron 005, BR, 03

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Saturday, February 26, 2011

moment 18: fold-out


 
After a long absence, found time to sketch last night. The baby was fed and we were in a surprising, unexpected lull of the evening. Usually I do not draw with someone else in the room—feel a pressure to perform a well-crafted piece in a moment's notice; the internal critic's voice echos in the head strongly at such times.

Time to concentrate and develop a new habit of drawing at least once a week.


Pens: Micron 005, BR, 03, 05