Drawing hasn’t been anywhere near ‘fun’ for a long time.
I have the deep urge to do it, but when I do, I think of all the things I am unable to do; settings, scenery, anatomy, color theory, painting, etc and become depressed. It berates me day in, day out, even when I’m not drawing. I don’t want to be afraid of what I used to love…
So upon returning to 43T, I add this to my list. Just yesterday I made the decision to do life drawings and to be as loose as I can be with it. I am loosening up, and diving right in, refusing to be fearful of a blank page. If i do badly, oh well.
