Every time I look out our windows, I see this view of fields southeast of town. It’s not a displeasing landscape, so I thought I’d draw it. A first attempt in pen failed, so I retried it with India ink and washes over pencil.
The paper wasn’t quite heavy enough to stay flat as it absorbed the washes (hence the vertical rippling), but the colors worked well to convey the flat light of a cloudy evening and I managed to capture some of the depth of the view, which extends for a mile and a half to the next ridge. (Click here for the full-size image.)
I could see you drawing from our sunroom and wondered what you were doing. Now I know. The sketches are lovely.