Art and me...

I was just thinking about my drawing again today. It's been a long time since I've done any real practice--who has time?--and I miss it. It isn't practical to try to keep up my drawing when I can barely get enough time in for my writing, never mind drawing, but I was getting a little bit good when I stopped, especially at drawing figures and faces. (Faces especially...figures have always been a bit intimidating to me because, if you want to learn to draw well, you can't draw them with clothes.)

For a little while, I was getting sort of good. Not really good, of course, but I was beginning to be able to draw wistful and sad faces sort of well. (For some reason, happy or pleasant faces are harder to draw.) And I just miss it.