I was in a group of people. We were waiting. I had a pencil and a pad of paper with me. I looked around. There were some very interesting faces. They hardly moved as we waited. I started to draw. It felt pretty good. It's been a long time since I've drawn anything. I was quite startled to realize that what I was drawing was really good! I thought to myself, "why haven't I been drawing for so long? I'm pretty dang good at it!" The faces were captured on my pad, one after another.
The waiting ended. I hurriedly put away my pad and pencil and stood up.
and then I woke up.
I think it was a sign. I need to start drawing again, whether I feel like it or not.
So tonight, after cleaning up another vomit mess and feeling drained that after a week my son was still sick, I went in the studio.
I got out my pad, and my pencil, and I started to draw.
and I thought to myself, "why haven't I been drawing for so long? I'm pretty dang bad at it!..........but I'll get better."
And you know what? It felt pretty dang good.
4 comments:
Our department is full of hidden talents! My button-holes are working out quite smashingly.
If a thing is worth doing at all, then it is worth doing poorly . . . until . . . you can develop the skill . . . to do it with excellence.
I think it was a sign. Keep drawing! I love your posts. You're so funny. :)
Way to go! and Andy needs to go back and take Vomit 101 if you still have to clean up his messes. Don't get piggy flu from him!
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