The Story of My Bike

Most of my childhood was spent on a bike. In fact, cycling was my main mode of transportation well into my young adulthood. That changed when my bike was stolen almost a decade ago. I got my driver’s license at twenty-one, and forgot all about the joys of peddling a bike around town.

Not this spring! I have a bicycle again. More importantly, I have a drawing book dedicated to bike ride landscapes and nature explorations. I feel my biggest hurdle as an artist is drawing the world outdoors. My style is quite organic. Add the chaos of natural growth, and you get very hectic art. The goals of these drawings are to either embrace my unstructured tendency or expel it. This is a challenge I am truly enjoying.

Expect many more landscape drawings and paintings in the weeks to come. Every time I bike ride, I’ll try to contribute to my little book of nature drawings.

This first drawing is from last week, right before spring really hit. The foliage you see is simply dry leaves left over from last autumn:

This, drawn yesterday, is spring in its early glory. The blossoms on the tree were white, the shrubbery was mostly yellow: