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Whenever I'm drawing a "junkyard" car I am constantly imagining things, and in fact that's the main reason I love to draw them. I think of what kind of a "life" they've had, and I also think about how all the dents and missing parts and rust and broken glass, etc., give them the look of individuals who have had unique experiences which altogether have made each vehicle look like no other vehicle in the world. The specific damages bring certain "stories" to mind ... They make your imagination work out the possible causes ... You think of time - a long, long time, and weather, and small (or devastating) collisions, possibly hurting someone; and you think of where the vehicle might have traveled; and you even think of its last trip, right here to this junkyard or this spot in the woods or by the side of a creek, or side-by-side with a hundred other cars lined up inside a chain-link fence. Where was it picked up, and was anyone there to watch and care that the old car was going away forever? What kind of people owned this car? There is so much more to think about, too. Also, some of these old vehicles are beautiful in a way, or maybe just humbly funny-looking or even pitiful. The headlights, or their empty sockets, look like eyes - Are they still "seeing" anything, or are they completely blind? I love rust, too; the colors of rust enhance most things it "attacks," aesthetically at least, and aesthetics mean a lot to me. Sometimes I see more than is actually there in one of these scenes, if the setting is "just right." I don't try to see more, but more just walks (or crawls, or creeps, or flies) onto the scene and there it is. I must draw it, too. It seems to fit right in. The ravens did that in this scene. |
Drawings of OLD VEHICLES here |