So the drawing is pushing on, albeit at a painstakingly slow pace, I often wonder now whilst I work why I put myself up for this kind of self inflicted torture whilst peering through a magnifying glass? However, the answer is a simple one…because I love to draw. Perhaps devastatingly obvious and simplistic but accurate, the truth is I love being locked in combat with a sheet of paper trying its best beat me back. As from previous posts you will know the paper has won on quite a few ocassions but through the pain comes the pleasure…and I now feel I am beginning to break this barrier of fear and self doubt. Van Gogh summed it up so eloquently:
“I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort—and disappointment and perseverance.”
