I realized last night while finishing up my latest drawing that I had completed ten micron drawings so far this year.
Ten. I don’t think I finished that much art all of last year.
I keep reassuring myself that I’m getting better; that my follow through — at least with regards to creative endeavors — is getting better, but it’s good to see the objective proof of this. It’s not just a “feeling,” it’s a measurable truth. I’m still not where I want to be, in neither quantity nor quality of output, but I feel like I’m making valid strides towards that goal.
I’m not thrilled with the latest, but I drew it fairly quickly because it was something that I conceptualized quickly and had no real emotional investment in. Given those truths, it actually came out pretty well:
And the one before that — because I just realized I’d never posted it — upon which my mother remarked, “that one, I like” because it’s the only one I’ve shown her that’s been “pretty.” Sigh:
I’ll be putting the latest batch up in my Gallery later today.
I’m feeling sort of blah and down this weekend; not depressed, because it’s not that I feel disinterested in life — it’s more like, there’s a lot of things I’d love to do, but none of them are accessible or feasible at the moment, and that in and of itself is sort of a bummer, plus I’m just feeling fairly low energy and lethargic. On the plus side, tonight’s dinner is leftover Chinese takeout, so in lieu of having to cook, I might take the time to clean up the parlor and spread out my acrylics to play around a little tonight.
Saturday night. Go have fun, however you define fun for yourself. You deserve it.