I don’t know about you, but for me, drawing has to be the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do. My whole life I’ve been able to put my mind to anything and be good at it in a respectable amount of time. Whether it was a sport, a game, a job, or any number of other tasks, I could just do it. That’s not to say I’m amazing, I prefer the humble road most days. But is drawing really this hard? I realize there are people that it comes naturally to (I hate you). But I’m beginning to think the world is playing a cruel joke on me. How can I want this so bad, and at the same time struggle with it so much?
There are days when drawing comes more naturally than others. Days where I have a sense of flow I just don’t have other days. But those days are rare. Most days I have to really fight and struggle to get what’s in my head out of my hand and onto the page. I literally have to talk my way through the construction of a drawing (out loud!). My lines look like chicken scratch, I can’t draw a circle to save my life, and it goes all down hill from there. Where do you get motivation from starting off like that?
Well, if I wasn’t such a stubborn bastard, I’d have quit this art game not long after I started. If I didn’t have this burning desire in me to be good at this one day (I must be insane), I’d let every shitty drawing ruin my day. I am in the really crappy learning phase, filled with mostly plateaus, and every time I produce a (bad) drawing, I look at it and say to myself, “It’s a “learning” drawing,” or, “Only 98,000 bad drawings to go…” at least according to Chuck Amuck…
Today (obviously) was a hard drawing day for me. I had to wrestle for the better part of two hours to get these four drawings out of me:
What’s frustrating for me is I have no idea what that means. You see, I work alone on this stuff. So I don’t know how bad that is. How far I have to go before this crap sinks in and becomes “second nature” like I keep reading on all these blogs. I have no peers around me to guide me, and learn from. That’s where school is invaluable. But that’s not an option for at least another year. So tell me, how long did you have to wrestle with this stuff before you got it down? Do you wrestle with it often? Do you have good and bad days? Am I normal?
I realize I will be struggling with this stuff my whole life, and I’m cool with that. But I’d like to hear other people’s stories as well.
Post a comment and let me know.