I’m drawing again. It’s not a daily thing yet, but I’ve been drawing enough that some of the old skill is starting to come back to me. (For a while, I was wondering if it would. I’m out of practice.)
I think I’m ready to check this off.
I’m drawing again. It’s not a daily thing yet, but I’ve been drawing enough that some of the old skill is starting to come back to me. (For a while, I was wondering if it would. I’m out of practice.)
I think I’m ready to check this off.
I’ve been thinking about this, even if I haven’t actually been doing anything about it.
That probably doesn’t count, does it?
The problem I have – and it’s the same with any creative undertaking, whether drawing, or photography, or writing – is that I need to have some sort of goal in mind. Free-writing has never worked for me, and neither has just picking up a pencil and paper and sketching what’s in front of me. I need a project, and I just haven’t been able to come up with one.
But the last few days, I’ve been playing with an idea that I think could be a fun project. It’s a bit ambitious for someone who hasn’t really drawn anything in years, but even if nothing comes of it, I have a reason to pick up a pencil again.
That’s all I need.
I’ve found my pencils (in a box, inside another box, in the back of my closet). I have a fresh, new sketchbook. (Two, actually, but one’s staying in the plastic for now.)
I officially have no more excuses. Not that that’s a guarantee I’ll get back in the habit, but it’s a start.