The is a picture I did last night. I threw on some good music and got to drawing. I haven’t felt so alive. I was content in knowing that art is my Haven, where I go to escape.
This picture is brings back memories of the old school artist from the South that love drawing nature scenes. I always had an interest in landscapes, and gravitated towards them. My style is starting to mature a little more, as it does with time. I am finding out more about myself in the process.
I was watching the show River Monsters on National Geographic, and the idea of how much effort and trouble that the fisherman went through to catch one particular fish got me thinking. It was until the last day that the fisherman caught one of the biggest fish he had ever seen. That was after he had all, but given up. He teamed up with a native and went back to the basics. Using a line and only his hands, he traveled to a reclusive spot and threw the bait in very shallow waters. Until then he had only been fishing in deep waters. Finally, he reeled in a fish eight feet long.
- Another close -up
The funny thing was that this was one of his first videos and he couldn’t see it getting any better than that, as far as finding bigger fish and making a continous show about it. A little while later he had created the River Monsters we know and love. At the same time, he started catching even bigger fish.
Sometimes when all hope is gone things happen and we have a breakthrough. With that in mind keep the faith.