Something about charcoal.

There’s something about charcoal… its dust settles into your own darkness which is therapeutic for some odd reason.

Drawing, smudging, layering, erasing the blackness pulls you into another world of gloom and tranquility.

I realized why I am obsessed with charcoal, it lets you play with darkness. And darkness is undeniable. It exists in your life and in your soul parallel with the light.

You can’t mix the two. The best way is to feed and satisfy both of them. And don’t force one over the other.

It exists as day and night.

I got my art supplies with me that I opened once guests left. I keep my art and writing private.

Yesterday was tough but it passed… like any other day. It didn’t fly, it clawed over me dragging its thorns… but it did pass.

Well. I had to divert my mind and charcoal and kneaded eraser has been my best stress busters lately so I resorted to them.

This was my first complete sketch purely with charcoal willow, gave a few touch-ups with pencil and compressed charcoal in the end. Just a few. Watched a few youtube tutorials and started working.

And here is the result.

This is not sketch of somebody I know. It’s just one of those many faces that reside in my imaginary castles.

I must say I earned a tiny bit of peace in the process.

Copyright © 2017 stoneronarollercoaster – All rights reserved

 

Advertisement