Some days when I sit to write to you all I can do is sit here and wonder what interesting picture I can draw.
It happens on days when I don’t have a lot of time.
It’s not really that helpful.
The point of this daily practice isn’t to come up with an entertaining drawing each day, that feels a bit like being a monkey being told to dance by the organ grinder.
I find my drawing is completely unpredictable.
Some days I can draw something that feels like it comes straight from ‘the source’. It represents exactly where I am, it tells the story that is a true reflection of where I am today. Some days it is as if I have never drawn before. The image is terrible, I can’t even bare to look at it let alone publish it.
This isn’t very helpful. I don’t know what to do about it.
With my writing, I don’t find it as difficult to find the thread, but with my drawing it is like it is a mystery that alludes me sometimes.
Where is my drawing hiding?