Holy cow, that tablecloth has gotten raggedy.
I had an idle thought the other day and put it on Twitter– I wonder what kind of artist I could be if I drew something every day for a year, it said– and now suddenly I own a sketchbook.
Well, “suddenly” if agonized over the idea of spending $5 on a sketchbook for two days counts as “suddenly.” I mean, as projects go, this isn’t much of one, right? I’m not talking about full-blown landscapes or some shit, just, like, a quick sketch every day to elevate my ability to draw from not the worst artist on the planet to maybe somewhere in the top half of humanity. I’m not about to start a webcomic or anything, although I’ll admit thinking about the first Questionable Content vs. how it looks now as a perfect example of what practice can do for someone.
So I own an inexpensive, yet reasonably robust sketchbook, and I bought some new pencils, which probably wasn’t strictly necessary but hey, pencils. And all I have to do is draw something. I don’t even really have to do it every day! Just draw some shit once in a while! Like, I get to set the rules!
And I put the sketchbook down, because I found the idea terrifying, and here I am blogging about it instead of just picking up a pencil and drawing something simple and calling it a day.
It’s so weird how hard I work (we work? It’s not just me, right?) to hold myself back sometimes.
EDIT: Boom. Don’t expect me to post these too frequently, if I even continue with the project (I’d estimate no more than a 50% chance this lasts longer than a few days) but at least I did it once:
Also, I need pencils with better erasers, as you can tell from Uncle Grandpa’s incorrectly-misshapen head up there.