My God, it has been YEARS since I sat down somewhere and just tried to draw a picture of what was in front of me. It has been easily 12 years or more and it was uncomfortable and awkward and haunted by the memories of what I *used* to be able to do. Even though the process was more frustrating than enjoyable there was something in it that made me remember why I used to enjoy it so much. The problem is the constant judging I do of myself and my short temper when my hand does something my eyes don’t want it to. The thoughtless connection between my eyes and my hands was something I spent years working on but now it seems I’ve spent more years neglecting it than I ever spent fostering it. It’s strange how time speeds up!
Here’s some drawings I did of my buddy Josh before I left for Europe and then a few drawings of the Madeleine in Paris. Who knows, maybe I can start to make this something of a habit again?