Entry 12: The Power of Doodles
Earlier this week I had one of the most humbling moments in my life.
Firstly, I work at Hockensmith Fine Art Editions: Gallery and Press in Georgetown, KY, and they have a Fine Art Salon that is used as a gallery to showcase artwork such as the Henry Faulkner collection, a local artist who was known for his eccentric personality. After that collection of art was bought by a private collector, a new gallery of art by John Tuska replaced the collection.
Tuska was a professor at University of Kentucky who passed away in 1998, and his work that we display focuses on his prolific studies of the human form. Most of his work was academic and prestigious in nature, versus the sharp contrast of Faulkner’s artwork, which matched his odd personality. I enjoy Tuska’s artwork because it displays the energy within people, and he is able to capture it beautifully.
With the addition of this new body of work from Tuska, my job requires me to photograph and inventory his entire collection that we have on hand. This week I have been documenting his early sketchbooks. There were about 40 spiral sketchbooks, and many of them had artistic nudes, which were decent. But the last few sketchpads were listed as “doodle book,” which grabbed my attention.
I found dozens upon dozens of pages that were filled with nothing but doodles. This was an artist who was capable of highly detailed drawings and sculptures, but here in my hands were books of doodles. Doodles! I was so enraptured by these little drawings that I had to remove myself from work and lock myself in the restroom, trying to restrain from crying.
I was literally brought to tears from realizing that even a great artist will doodle. One of the biggest lies that I live with is thinking that I cannot draw but only doodle instead. If an amazing artist with great fidelity is allowed to doodle, then so should I. But this also reveals that even though I doodle, I can aspire to be a great artist as well.
This revelation changed my outlook on art, and Tuska has now become one of my favorite artists. His work is on display in our salon gallery, but unfortunately I don’t think his sketchbooks of doodles will be on display because they might be considered “lower-level” art.
Anyways, thanks for reading! I’m glad to have shared this humbling moment, because this has been a huge inspiration for me to jumpstart on my larger projects without the fear of delivering “lower-level” art. Has a work of art ever ignited your soul? What about a movie or a song? Please leave comments and feedback below; they are greatly appreciated!