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Old inkbrush drawings
Cinorjer
Veteran
I was going through some old boxes, and found at the bottom of one musty box some old inkbrush drawings of mine from way back when that I'd forgotten all about. I haven't done inkbrush since I returned from Korea, almost thirty years ago.
Anyway, they brought back wonderful memories of meditation and black ink loaded onto a bamboo handle brush. Hope you enjoy them in all their dirty, waterstained glory. The Chinese characters are "Jer Lee", my name Jerry close as I could get it.
Anyway, they brought back wonderful memories of meditation and black ink loaded onto a bamboo handle brush. Hope you enjoy them in all their dirty, waterstained glory. The Chinese characters are "Jer Lee", my name Jerry close as I could get it.
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Inkbrush is marvelous to learn, because you have to be deliberately spontaneous, a state of mindfulness Zen keeps trying to teach you, and with the absorbant rice paper and ink, any hesitation means your line becomes a splotch. Watercolors are similar if you use really absorbant paper.
The old Korean artist who taught me was a master, of course, and I have some cherished paintings hanging on my walls of his. His last name was Yung, can't remember the rest. It did drive me crazy the way he taught. The first lesson was instruction in handling the materials and the basic brushstroke, and I had to fill page upon page of identical brushstroke. Left to right, right to left, thin, thick, etc. The next lesson he brought out a dead fish and had me draw it over and over and over again. I wasn't allowed to draw anything else. The next week, he brought a big leek from his garden to go with the fish and I drew the stillife.
Finally at the end of that lesson he seemed satisfied with my drawing of a dead fish and we moved on to his whipping out a quick painting and then I had to copy what he'd done over and over for an hour. What really drove me crazy was, he insisted everything he and I drew in the class be thrown away. He'd point to a beautiful inkbrush pine tree he's just whipped out and say, "No good!" and wad it up.
Here are a couple of my meager attempts.