Two weeks ago, we'd have been headed out to the Everglades with a group of church to take pictures and enjoy the natural vistas. This shot was my favorite from the day:
When I took it, I thought that I'd try to transform it into a drawing. But so far, my attempts haven't gone as planned. Here's my first attempt:
After I drew (in blue) the swirls and trunk that I thought might represent the tree at the bottom of the photograph, I realized I didn't have enough room for the red and green "wings" at the top, so I just let my brain go in whatever direction it wanted.
Here's my second attempt:
I'm a bit happier with it, although I still didn't leave myself enough room, either for the trunks on either side of the knobbier tree in the photo or for the wings at the top. But I carried on anyway.
I tried to make swirls that would create the hidden face that I saw at the top of that knob. I decided to fill in the white space on either side of the tree with the greens and browns that I saw in the Everglades.
It's not at all what I had in mind when I first started sketching, but if I don't think about what I intended, I'm pleased with it.
What's even more intriguing to me is how different the multiple attempts are--and how they preserve my memories of that day.
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