…like literally. Oh, sorry, I meant tracing. Tracing.
I have gone out in the garden. Waited for the sunlight to come through the clouds…and traced the shadows cast by the golden spruce bush.
In my sketchbook.
Then I went back into the studio, and painted.
Carefully translating the sketch onto the canvas. So this could be a painting of a drawing of a shadow cast by the real thing. What do you think about it, or rather, how do you like it?
There is someting to that tracing process of mine. Cannot get to the bottom of it, but am drawn to it. Pun intended.
Let me know how you feel about it. How it makes you feel.