I woke up at 3:50 this morning and felt like drawing again. I must be feeling better finally. It will take a while to get my limited skills back, even holding the pens and pencils is a daunting task.
This is what was going on before I got sick. I have to quit telling people I haven’t been sick in a long time because I get the worst known virus outside of the Amazon forest. It’s been sitting for about a week, untouched. I got this far on it and I’d hate to ruin it now.
From the previous post “mistake” I spent time and finished it. The small arrows were hidden so I figured a color would help. I should have left the center blank… yeah.
I missed a row of shading and kept going. I made the first arrow point in the wrong direction and kept going. My pen ran out, the new one’s tip wasn’t worn making it a larger line and I kept going. I replaced my desk lighting with an LED bulb. Now I can see and now I have to start this one over. Doesn’t look like much but that’s 4 days of drawing.
In the last week or so I’ve had several conversations about what we do with our art piles, one here the other here. Some get thrown away as seen here and here. I don’t think much of my drawings, they’re only to practice or learn from. I just throw everything I’ve ever done so far in two Amazon boxes I keep in a plastic crate on my shelf. I can’t even remember ever looking back at them for reference. Now that I’m thinking about it, I never did finish the alphabet I started on. But here’s my pile, at least it’s neatly stacked and possibly in the same order as completed.
The picture is at a bad angle, it’s really deeper than it looks. It’s about 10″ deep in the boxes.
Almost got it this time. Now I’m off to read.