Aha, so you think I’m going to say pile of something turd like. Nope, todays topic or discussion or “blabberfest” is about “ … pile of sketches … “.
Over the past few posts I have mentioned or included a photo of a pile of sketches. This pile started coincidentally at the same time that I ended two of my daily uploads to Instagram.
Read about why I ended that project by heading over to this previous post: Post Goal Quandary.
A Not So Quick Explanation
For those unaware, forgot, don’t care, or did not visit the above link I’ll do a very quick recap of what my dailies were.
To put it simply, I uploaded daily drawings and paintings to Instagram for 600 days in a row, no misses. On the day after I was to reach 600 was a day I would be unable to draw/paint 601. Knowing that I ended the Instagram project.
Well, golly gee whiz, you don’t just quit a habit cold turkey. Having drawn and/or painted at least two or more images everyday requires a gradual weening. I assumed I would eventually stop drawing on a daily basis.
Um, wrong, I still need to draw or paint almost everyday. The difference now is that I can miss a day or two. So in other words the original goal of these dailies has proven 100% successful.
Those daily images habitualized me into drawing almost every day and I no longer suffer from the anxiety of “ … getting started … or … feeling uninspired … “. Even if I produce what I deem a poor result (never happens — ha, ha) I no longer fall into the mental trap of self-loathing, I carry on, well — mostly.
If my artistic energy is low (lazy) or I’m in an inspirational rut I can easily rattle off several quick sketches to get the motor running. Oftentimes these sketches are inspiration for greater things — naturally greater is my opinion.
This is why I have a pile of sketches, sometimes I just need to feel the joy of a pen or pencil making marks on a piece of paper.
I suppose if one wanted to you could look at it as coming from the “universe — to hand — to pen — to paper”. Feel free to substitute universe for whatever floats your boat. Often these sketches happen all on their own, I just happen to be holding the pen.
By the way, why not read this older post — What are Skibbles and Scritches?
The Good Stuff
Okay, I have done it again, I have forced you the reader to wade through (or skip) all this verbal blabber to get to the good stuff — my self-proclaimed art, or in this case a more detailed exploration of my “pile of sketches”.
As always the header image for this post is below for email readers.