I’ve always loved to draw. But the carefree drawing of early childhood gradually ‘matured’ to a conscious emphasis on technique and comparison. I remember at the age of 10 sitting down with a Glen Loates Birds of North America book that contained finished paintings and pre-painting sketches. I ended up erasing furiously and giving up that particular session in frustration when my duck didn’t look like a real Loates duck. I have since discovered that photorealism isn’t the point. Exploration of the good, the true, and the beautiful is more promising. Simple materials like conte crayon and paper can point to profound things. That’s the wonder of drawing.
The Comfort of Friends
TThere have been many tributes to Tim Keller since his death last week; I could only add a few words. This from Russell Moore does much to capture the Tim I knew. And I love this from Tish Harrison Warren:In my early 20s, I attended an event where Tim Keller, an...