1: "you were a wonderful experience" "you were everything"

2: "I see her everywhere, not just here" "then I mourn for you twice, its no easy thing to lose a soulmate"

It occurred to me this evening that I haven’t drawn traditionally in a hot minute. And I was like… well, that’s weird. One of the simplest joys I’ve ever had was art, especially on paper. That’s where I started my art journey. Obviously. So I set my phone down and opened my sketchbook for the first time in a while.

Honestly, I think by drawing solely digitally, I’ve been limiting myself and killing my own spark. I find it hard to waffle around when I’m on a digital canvas. If my canvas is white, I haven’t filled it, and if I haven’t filled it, I’m not done. When drawing digitally I must make a complete piece of art. In my little notebook, I can just… do stuff.

So. Well.

I did stuff! I’m not satisfied with how most of this looks, but drawing with a pencil and paper limits my ability to endlessly tweak my work. Sure, it’s not perfect. But I’m forced to acknowledge it’s not bad. I drew something and it wasn’t perfect and I simply live with that. It feels silly to call this an exercise, but for me it was. And this exercise was the most fun I’ve had whilst drawing in a while.