Maybe tonight I’ll add some color to the line drawing of the monster aloe that threatens to attack me while I sit peacefully at my desk.
Keeping track of where I am, even when drawing contour and looking only at the plant (not at my paper), is a challenge when drawing this giant aloe. I’m grateful that it isn’t an Euphorbia plant. When I lived in Cambridge, Massachusetts, an elderly potter whose studio was a street level storefront, had a thirty year old Euphorbia plant in the window. It spanned at least six feet in diameter.
Sketch: drawn with Waterman Phileas fountain pen filled with black ink.