ABSTRACT
One day as my wife, Dee, and I were coming home from the tennis courts, we stopped along the country road so she could clip some reed-like plants for use in her basket making. While stopped, I, as usual, took up pen and pad and rather unthinkingly sketched what was before me – a multitude of things that were not a good setup composition-wise. I simply went through the motions of sketching. I got a lot of it down but it was a hodgepodge. Suddenly, I realized that if one of my students had done that, I would have reminded them of the rules of perspective and certainly because it was so fresh in my mind, having worked up a handout paper on angles and tension that week. So I corrected my sketch – several times – attempting to simplify and clarify things, aware that I was now drawing, not copying. The possibilities became infinite. I was no longer confused or intimidated by the array of bits and pieces – by the parts. I began to see the scene as a whole, with all the parts fitting together into what I thought of as landscape gestures.180 https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9780080928234/9b18bc6f-5304-498a-8de8-fcf2e79382cd/content/figpg180_001_B.tif" xmlns:xlink="https://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"/>
