A couple of weeks ago I had a moment. I found a part of myself that I'd never intended to lose. The part that used to sit with a sketchbook for hours, drawing, stippling, just creating art for the sake of doing it. I bought myself a sketchbook and some pens and sat down to do what I used to do best. It was terrifying ~ facing down an empty page I wondered if every ounce of talent had been wasted, dried up, disappeared. What would the old/new me do then? I decided the safest thing to do was run away.
And then I came across this group on Flickr, and un-decided my original flight decision. What could the harm be in finding out if I still had even a small shred of ability left?
So, I found out.
It's not a masterpiece. It's not incredible. But my God, it felt so good. Seriously good. Like coming home after a decade away.
*Thank Goodness For Illustration Fridays
