Someone asked me the other day if I drew scenery. I haven’t– not really. I could probably count on one hand the number of attempts I’ve done. But here’s an original piece I have (almost) finished as of today.
I’m beginning to notice a pattern. When I have a reason for drawing things, I can draw things. When I tell myself, ‘okay, now sit down and draw things’, nothing happens. I stare at the paper and scribble a few halfhearted things that I’m never satisfied with. The pieces that I am happy about? Those come when I’m drawing for someone, or for something. This particular piece was made to fit in a picture frame in my room, for instance.
I think I will be doing this more often.