The things that make us proud

On this post I'd like to reflect on a few pieces that I DID, that just really made my feel proud. So many times I felt like I was staring at an empty sketchbook, trying to will ideas into my head, and yes I came up with a few good ones, but some stood out. One of the very first pages I like the best is because of the cleanliness of the lines, and I really got to try something new. I closed my eyes, grabbed a sharpie so I couldn't erase, and started drawing just--what seemed like-- random lines. Then I opened my eyes and let some creativity take over and turn it into a drawing of some unicorn-seal. I felt loose the whole time, and I felt the piece really had a sense of effortlessness that I can't easily capture. The other piece that I worked so hard on was one of my feet. I'm horrible--I mean absolutely HORRIBLE-- at drawing feet and I put so much effort into that thing that it actually doesn't matter that it doesn't look perfectly realistic. In that same drawing I was trying to capture the visual qualities of water that intrigued me that week when we were at the beach. However my quest for drawing water still is yet to be conquered.