January 21, 2021, I decided to start drawing every day: representational. It is hard to find structure in these endless days where weekends melt into weekdays. I even forgot what season it was one day. So, I began drawing and posting to Instagram to mark time passing as much as to keep my sketching in shape. And yet, there is more. My son is taking an beginning art class in college and his professor and her TA both feel representational art is dying. They call it “Drafting.”
And yet, the Professor continues to show Da Vinci drawings in class. So, I have been thinking a lot about western Art History and the future of Art. Computers, drawing tablets, cameras, and art applications have made drawing like Da Vinci within grasp of most of the population. I’m sure in the next few months a filter will come out to give your selfies the “Da Vinci” effect, if it has not already. Does this mean drawing is dead, though? Are we going to abandon our pencils and pens and sketchbooks for tablets and cameras?
I don’t think so. I am excited about art expanding media, textures, formats, and so on, especially digital media. But I think there is something poetic about a hand drawn, from life. I have a few quick sketches I made of my sons when they were so young. As a mother of 3 boys, 2 years apart from each other, a quick sketch was all I had time for. And yet, those few pages I treasure most. Photos capture a lot, but a personal sketch of a loved one has a deeper meaning.
You can copy a photo but you can’t sketch a loved one quickly without years of experience. I think that really sums it up.