Month: September 2019

Perspective in Drawing & Painting (It’s easier than you think!)

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Tonight in my drawing class, I’ll be going over perspective – what it is, what it’s used for, why a drawer should care about it…

If you want to draw accurate, realistic boxes, table tops, buildings, anything…you’ll need to use utilize the element of drawing called perspective. It may sound a bit daunting, but it’s really much simpler than you might think.

Two things to remember about Perspective:

  1. Objects that are closer to the viewer appear larger than objects that are farther away.
  2. The parallel lines of an object vanish at the horizon line (vanishing point.)
A Walk in the Park and a Yellow Rose shows one point perspective with the two lines of the trail vanishing at the horizon line, or vanishing point.
A Walk in the Park

 

I used two point perspective to check the angles of the shelves in this painting, to create depth and space and to make they look more realistic.

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Here’s a great article that clearly and simply explains the element of Perspective. Take a look:

https://www.thesprucecrafts.com/perspective-in-paintings-2578098

 

Next we’ll be doing some reverse drawing, sometimes called subtractive drawing, where we’ll be starting with charcoal covered paper and drawing/revealing the form by erasing only. Kind of drawing in reverse. This helps you refine your ability to create form using values instead of just lines.

Here are some helpful resources…

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A Glimpse

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Grief.

Sharp pain, almost crippling.

Waves.

Emptiness.

Ouch.

Here’s what I saw. Here’s what it looked like.

I’ve seen lots of paintings and artworks about grief, but I’ve yet to come across any that show it from the perspective of the grieving person – what their world looks like, what they see, a glimpse of grief through their eyes. So I began painting the clothing that he left behind.

Shortly after his death, I put all of his clothes only into the bedroom closet and closed the door – shirts stretched from his muscles, his favorite shoes worn and conformed to his feet, a long sleeved shirt with holes from when he was welding something, a leather jacket with a cigarette butt still in the pocket…I used to imagine that his clothes would somehow manifest him and the door would swing open, he would hop out with a big smile and say, “Here I’m am!”

But, of course, he never will