Within the past week, I have started sketching. Not random swirls, or leaves, or goofy faces which is my norm. But drawing, of real things.
They're unimpressive, but very therapeutic. I used to love to draw. Drawing was my favorite art class. It's not something I excel in, but it is something that I have rediscovered. I thought about buying a sketch pad, but I realized that will be destined for failure. I will put pressure on myself to "perform" and therefore take the joy out of it. And then it will sit around for months until the child finds it and starts to draw pictures of flowers and rain within its pages.
So for now, I will be content with my sketches from photographs and things that are in my vision. (I just drew my left hand.)
When I look at things, most things, I crop it in an image, even if it's boring. That's just how my mind works. I then analyze shadows and highlights. I've been doing this since highschool. And I do it all. the. time. Since I don't have my camera in work, and I do have a pencil and paper, some of these cropped images are finally making their way into the world.