Today I sit with a paper and a pencil, and without any second thought begin to draw several lines on it. They cut the plane of the paper and divide it into several smaller planes. By the time I finish I note that from the point I started till the point I ended, there seems to be no connection anymore. With a sigh I begin to relate it to my life. My life is my paper. I can draw whatever I feel like and if needed I can paint it too. The canvas is infinite and so are the possibilities.
I can choose to draw lines or sketch out a path in perspective, whatever suits the situation I guess. But somehow it is always easy to draw lines than to try and make a perspective. I see that I have become an expert in drawing lines. Earlier, I used to just love erasing them, so they become invisible and my canvas is clean and free of everything. But lately I am just drawing lines; dark bold lines that are so taut that nothing can pass through. They are foolproof and resistant to almost anything. Are they adding any meaning to my sketch? Does it look beautiful? I have no idea.
When we sketch on paper and we aren’t happy with it we have two options, we can either erase it or draw again or we can simply tear it and make a new one. Unfortunately we don’t always have these options when it comes to our lives. We can definitely erase some lines but lately I have figured out that not all lines can be erased. Some of them are engraved, just like a tattoo. You might have got it done impulsively or intentionally. But once it is done, there is no looking back. It will always stay. Of course there are ways to get rid of it but they are painful and will leave a mark.
One cannot deny that lines are essential in order to make a sketch. They are the primary ingredients without which you cannot express your ideas in the form of a sketch. But the question is, how many lines does one need to draw in order to make a sketch? An even bigger question is, where should one stop? The more lines you draw on your canvas the more clutter you create, the more the clutter the less the space. And with less space it is difficult to appreciate and to differentiate between good and bad, wrong and right.
If you closely observe the sketches done by some masters, you will see that their sketches either have very few lines representing many ideas or several lines expressing a single idea. Either way, they are minimal.
Another prominent attribute of their style of sketching is that even though their sketches might make no sense to the vast majority, it means the world to them. They never sketch to please others. Their sketches are their journey, their life. They know exactly how to paint their canvas with the right amount of colour and lines. Their lines are perfectly taut and curve exactly where they have to be. But I am sure nobody starts off like this. It is always a process.
I guess you have to draw several lines on your canvas before you can finally figure out which ones are important.