Somewhere back in the middle of Twenty-Twenty, I wanted to add some doodle-time to my bedtime routine. (You know, pandemic art.) So I bought a sketchbook and a box of crayons at the grocery store.
My creations were rather random at first. But I quickly gravitated toward drawing faces.
Lots of faces.
Hundreds of faces.
Hundreds of pages of faces.
I wanted to “paint with crayons,”
rather than draw.
I studied how to improve.
And practiced every evening.
But all were spontaneous creations.
And sometimes I found myself deeply connected to the result.
In other words, like real art.
That’s where The Wandering Crayon came from.
It’s a good metaphor for who I am as an artist.
(And that’s why the background to the website logo is a closeup of a face, drawn with crayons.)
