Even the 2022 Sketch I put in the corner of my mother's desk looked intimidating. I've been away from sketching people so long...I know the experienced artist gave advice to someone who wanted to get back to drawing after being away a long time: get a cheap sketchbook and scribble on it using pencil, don't worry about paint, or 3D at this point, just get your hand moving, and your mind used to creating, she said.
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Well, I tried that yesterday because that Tonokura house makes me feel good plus it's simple lines...and I realized I was enjoying myself. But thinking about drawing moving people scares me. Maybe...not working from the absolute scratch, but maybe I could finish up these things I started before?
Call me Chicken. That sketch I started in the summer, when my sister headed up a Singalong in the Community Room--I wanted to draw her at the piano, but it frustrated me no end because she moved around so much, and I found myself turning the page of the sketch book with the first simple lines but the picture unfinished.
No, sorry; this post isn't a great inspirational one either; just me trying to get back on my feet and telling you about it. That happens too.
