A Sunnet and a Half 2.2
I always wondered how to draw light. It’s a lot harder than
drawing laughter or Christmas or sorries, because you can actually see
light, but you just can’t place it into paper. In the same way, you see
darkness - or rather, you don’t see it - so it cannot be
drawn. It’s a lot harder because drawing light is different from drawing
bulbs or lanterns or streetlamps or stars, because those things are
nothing but bulbs or lanterns or streetlamps or stars; they are not light.
Dots and strokes do not really help all too much, and the
northern lights are almost always painted, not drawn. But none of these
paintings, whether in oils or watercolors or mixed medium, are even
close to justifying the actual lights - because the best they can do is an
imitation that may merit a few nods, but it will not and cannot
merit the awe that settles on people’s faces and mouths
and memories when they see the actual thing. It would be nice to
see a work of art that captures in perfect detail what
experience can, but it would be even better if you made it; so today
when I decided to draw light, I studied what it looked like,
trying to understand its shape (if it had any), its color (if it had any),
its texture (if it has any). So I took a clean, blank sheet of
paper and a pen, and I drew nothing at all - because
that is what light looks like the most.