I use to love to draw. As a kid, I would sit on the couch or on my bed, and draw for hours. I'd leave a trail of paper behind me. It wasn't always fun, but I always felt good about it. When it was hard, I felt challenged and motivated to get past that hurdle, whatever it was. Everything was "How can I draw that?" or "How can I make my drawings better?"
And then... I left home. Some where in those first two years, any artistic inclination left me. There's not one thing in particular that did, just a bunch of stuff. Moving from home and from a family I loved to a strange place, living with a man who was angry all the time and critical, not going to church on a regular basis, and a total lack of friends. I was alone, and some how that loneliness broke me.
I was only 19 then. So very young.
I'm 25 now and doing much better. So is my husband! But getting back into drawing has been very very difficult. But I'm trying. I don't want to remain artless forever. I want to recapture that love of drawing, even when it was hard, and become better.
Someday. Someday. I hope.
1 comment:
Three words. Broken. picture. telephone.
Then you will be drawing for fun, and not to "make yourself" draw. Maybe that will help get your creativeness flowing again. Whoa, "creativeness" is a word, it wasn't marked by spell checker.
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