I recently began to draw again after a really long time.In my past life I drew for hours every day.Then I graduated school and had to get a job. As each year went by I drew less and painted not at all. I did have a 2 year burst of drawing and painting energy and output after I quit my retail job and decided to work under the table for my dad after a summer’s long stint trying to sell my art on the street didn’t pan out.But this ground to a halt, not surprisingly, when I moved in with my boyfriend and his brother and another roommate. Living alone affords all kinds of privacy and no needing to adhere to anyone else’s ideas of what a proper bedtime should be. Mine is never. My boyfriend can’t stay up after 10 pm if he’s home. If he’s in the studio he can stay awake until 3am. I was lucky to find a large dining room table perfect for drawing. I didn’t get going,though and so this table became a dumping ground for all kinds of crap.
Something told me I needed to start up again. I hadn’t drawn a single thing in almost 7 months and the more time that went by the more I was afraid to start.What if I ‘d lost it? Use it or lose it is kind of true. My drawing has always been about confidence. This confidence is bolstered up the more I draw. The more I draw the more sure I am and the less fearful of the big white blank piece of paper.
I assigned myself some drawing lessons and said I would draw an hour a day at the least. I haven’t really stuck to this because I did get about 4 new clients all at the same time. But the table is cleared of the crap and my tools are laid out and on it there is new drawing started just an hour ago. I feel better already.