Strawberry, half eaten. Tachikawa Manga fountain pen with School G nib. Black ink on copier paper.
For as long as I can remember I’ve always loved doodling. When my mind wanders, and if I have a pen to hand, I’ll find myself drawing whatever’s in front of me. In a strange way it helps me concentrate. I’m sure there was some research a while back showing that people who are doodling during lectures are actually taking in more than those sitting there in a stupor. But somewhere along the way I went into a career in medicine. Would I have rather gone into art and illustration? Maybe. Am I happy with what I do now? Absolutely, yes. I don’t think I would have retained such an enjoyment of drawing if it was my full time career. But I’ve still retained this love of drawing.
Lately I’ve been looking at a lot of drawing and illustration books. The one that’s helped me decide to start an exercise in just drawing stuff has been “art before breakfast” by Danny Gregory. I like the whole philosophy of art with a little “a”. Democratising the whole idea of drawing the world around us and using art to take a break from everything and have a bit of a timeout.
So that’s exactly what I did when I was eating my strawberries. A quick drawing of a strawberry before it was lost forever. Though now, of course, its memory has been preserved literally in black-and-white.