So this is what it looks like the
other side of midnight.
I am usually at work now, slaving away on the evil tills,
trying to earn myself enough money to move somewhere I want to be,
but because it's the festive season I am granted a brief
reprieve. My parents got a new connection, so I am finding the
computer even easier to get stuck on... how can e2 be so
addictive?
Anyway, I wanted to let someone know I've started drawing
again - this used to be my only way of venting feelings and
ideas. I guess the few years I stopped for must have been
unworthy or something. I got all my drawing stuff out, looked
at the pencils, pastels, charcoal etc that I'd left
mouldering in a drawer for quite some time, then put it all away
again except for a single pencil and a bit of clean white paper.
I guess starting at the beginning was what I had
in mind. I finished about 1/2 an
hour later, then scanned it and sent it to a friend (seeking
approval? probably.) He said complimentary stuff about it -
but it's hard to know what's good and what's bad. Art is
subjective. I feel much better now though - perhaps I ought to
draw every day. Perhaps I will.