It is with profound apologies that I start off yet another post with a meteorological reference; being able to think about, philosophise on and frame whole conversations around the weather is a quality that, I believe, pervades through the collective psyche of Brits...
***I was gently stirred awake last Saturday morning - at around 8:30 am; a time too hideously early to even contemplate waking up - by a multitude of minute pinpricks of sunshine glinting intensely through a gap in the curtains. After briefly rejoicing internally about this unexpected burst of light and letting flimsy, frivolous thoughts of picnics in the park - and other activities that are dusted off and brought out, ready to punctuate sunny days - fill my mind, I rolled over and went back to sleep... I suppose concocting the idea of whiling away a sunny day can be more fulfilling - and tiring, it seems - than the actual reality; no matter how ephemeral said idea is in comparison.
Things that aren't ephemeral, but still manage to retain that delicious "one-off" quality akin to a photograph - capturing and conserving precious memories or particular moments in time - have been filling my mind ever since.
Spurred on by the fact I haven't undertaken an independent art project - not even the smallest of sketches, nor the most inconsequential of collages - in a long, long while; and inspired by the stunning works of Nigerian Londoner Kelvin Okafor (found on the Mail Online, which prompted this thought: "Oh! So The Daily Mail's website is good for something..."), I spent (read: wasted) a handful of hours (read: approximately 15 hours) sketching this rather captivating photograph of The Rolling Stones' legendary frontman, Sir Mick Jagger; found in an old copy of The Sunday Times Magazine.
My scanner and I are not on speaking terms at the moment (read: my scanner is playing up, rather conveniently, at the most inconvenient times i.e. when I want to scan something...) and so, after scanning my work and the accompanying photograph, I have had to mess around with the saturation because it was (and still is, to some extent) over-saturated... or under-saturated - I am not entirely sure anymore.
But, sometimes, the budding notion of trying to capture the ephemeral through a rather temperamental medium - a pencil sketch - can be just as important as the final, full-blown, tangible reality.