Daily Sketch Project: January

Our Jack Russell Terrier, Poppi, snoozing (as usual).

At the start of 2020 I began a fun little project which involves creating one sketch per day.

A sketch is not the same as a drawing. Sketches tend to be done quickly and are intended as practice or experimental pieces, whereas drawings are more carefully composed and refined, being intended as finished works of art. People often use the two terms interchangeably, seeing how a sketch is drawn and drawing can be sketched out during its preliminary stage. Anyway, here are my favourites from January.

One of the plants growing in my studio.

A neighbour's Westie, keeping guard in their window.

Self Portrait

Bananas in a hand-turned wooden bowl.

Watercolour sketch of a tree in Birkenhead Park.

Best buddies: Emily and Poppi

Graphite and watercolour.

Sketch of my left hand.

Poppi.

Richard, with two couch companions.

Emily.

Beyond the kitchen sink.

Well, I hope you enjoyed browsing this selection of January's daily sketch project. More will follow next month. I'm using a thick journal/sketchpad of handmade Khadi paper for this project, (until it runs out). I haven't set out to focus on any particular theme or medium; it's been a case of whatever catches my attention when the time comes to do that day's sketch. I feel it's way too soon to attempt any kind of analysis or evaluation of the sketches but if you want to have a go, feel free.

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