Drawing

I don’t know how to draw, sketch, or even doodle.

I know people who have spent years studying the craft and can produce, in minutes or over days, lines and curves and shading that would stun you in their elegance and skillful execution.

I’ll never be that good. Hell, I’ll never even be sufficient… however, I think drawing, like many things, is one of those activities which is 1/3 talent, 1/3 skill and practice, and 1/3 courage to try.

To be fair, I took a few classes a while back and learned that I really enjoy drawing people (particularly faces)… In fact, my instructor said I had a breakthrough (and I felt having it) when we were doing quick figure drawings using charcoal.

It is because I can’t draw that I must draw.

As much as I would fancy myself an artist because I cobble together random bits of metal and wire in my workshop, I would imagine that my stuff could benefit from my taking the time to really think about the way it looks… the brainstorms should be sketches.

By forcing myself to really observe the world around me, as sketching might facilitate, I think I might have a better appreciation for what I consider to be visually interesting and beautiful.