"old pencil " drawings

Drawing by Ken Morford

Thrown Away

Lately, I have been drawing on paper that someone tossed away, and using what's left of pencils made fifty years ago. I am thinking in my mind, there are faces left in the remnants on that tablet, and something left unsaid in those old discarded pencils. Who are these faces, and what are they trying to say to me? I will listen.

Drawing on Old Paper by Ken Morford

"Spill Life" Drawings: Morning Coffee

"Spill Life" drawing

"Spill Lifes" with coffee

Jeremy

Evaporation

Crayon Drawing (and the model involved)

Drawing

There is no such thing as a line in real life, but the eyes and brain accept the long thin roll of carbon as though it were a common thing.
A common thing to see each each of us wrapped inside a soft black thread as we walk from our cars or sit on the back porch telling stories.
We look at a drawing and recognize faces, names; the shape of hats, elbows, and tired eyes and say, "that's him alright", or "you call that art?" For me, drawing is like fishing on a square white lake pulling out the endless shapes that live just beneath the surface.