I'm thankful that I can draw, which means, of course, that I should be doing it!
I love to draw. I'm not half bad at it, either, but I haven't taken the time to do much of it in years. I set it aside when I started having kids and juggling life. You know how it is.
Lately I've been drawn toward it again, no pun intended. I have all I need to start, but for some reason I'm just not jumping in there and doing it. It seems like I have to have something in mind to draw before I start, and I can never think of a good subject. I know I don't. I could just draw whatever is nearby until I reacquaint myself with the motions and the equipment, but I just haven't done it.
Then there's the ever present "blank page" to contend with. I don't want to put that first mark on the new paper. That's just as dumb as not knowing what to draw, yet it's almost an invisible line I can't cross. I had this great idea (that I haven't tried) that I should put a thin watercolor wash on a few sheets of drawing paper just to take away the blankness of it. Maybe I should just scribble a few background lines: anything to shut that screaming blank page up long enough to put a pencil on it. When I do something I'm not ashamed of I'll post it.
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