Drawing Christmas Baubles

I have just bought some mundane objects to draw...yes, these are the items in question. Christmas baubles and it's only September. No statuary here for a realist challenge, just orbs, shiny orbs, which are well nigh impossible to render, but try I shall. I intended for the Drawing Vault to have a real vault of drawings to catalogue my progress, but with so little time, and so few opportunities to get into the studio, I am having a rebellion all of my own. Who on earth would choose such items? Well, yes, me, but why? They are beautiful in real life to be sure, but they are also difficult objects to draw. I know this because eggs are notoriously difficult to render in paint and nearly as difficult in pencil, but this should be a lot of fun. Once I have had a few tries, I will be painting them in as many styles as I need to investigate everything about them, and I will post them over on the Painting Vault.

I am having a lot of thoughts about drawing, but this one has no real romance in it for me, except the technical challenge. I love the objects and their colours, but they are so industrial and so prolific, I just wonder if I will be able to sustain the project through to its end.

Searching for Objects to Draw

I can't find models, subjects, or objects to draw right now. Nothing will do except some really wonderful statuary. Ancient, un-fresh, time-worn, and with a patina that is almost impossible to recreate on paper or canvas. Mind-blowing beauty is what I am referring to here. I can't stop thinking about where I could find a Roman or Greek head, a soldier warrior maybe, or some great hero of the past, but outside museums, they don't exist, and I want to take one into my home to practice my drawing. Yes, pretty crazy and obsessive I know but these thoughts won't go away and they are pretty well darn near unrequited. Artists suffer from the weirdest moments... Moments which could be called Proustian in nature, triggered by the most unsuspecting assaults on the senses, which turn one inwards to other moments long-gone when one was face to face with the drawing board, just stroking that chalk or pencil across the paper, not noticing time or light or breath, just the two of us, or maybe the one of us; artist and subject, a unit in time breathing in the wonderful fragrances of the artist's life. The Drawing Vault will have to wait a while for the statuary, but I feel so pressured now to find that classical 'something' to have in my home that I could investigate from every angle, with every material and under many different lighting conditions. This will happen.