The thing that sucks about having a good run of drawing is that eventually it will come to an end. The first drawing that just won’t come together after a string of almost effortless pieces is so disheartening.
I spent hours trying to draw this phone. This was the best I could do. I cannot blame the pencil. My impatience killed it.
A year ago I would have sulked and not made another mark for at least a week. But I’ve been realizing that I learn more from the crappy drawings I make than the occasional effortless piece that leaves me pleased with myself, but vaguely dissatisfied.
It’s just a sketch. I’ll start fresh again. A new day and a new approach may be just what I need.