Whenever I have a moment to myself, meaning a moment when I'm not completely exhausted, I try to get back into illustrating.
And it's even harder to start all over again than to start from scratch.
Because I know I have already drawn some good images, but the ones I'm producing at the moment are definitely not what I would like them to be. It's extremely frustrating and joyous and reassuring at the same time. I'm happy when I draw. Only when I see the result, do I start to be unhappy. Hopefully that's only for now, though.
On the other hand you can't even imagine the joy of starting to work with texture and color, to experiment with old and new techniques. I had almost forgotten the feeling of getting lost in one detail, and one leading to the next. Creating an image I didn't know was there. It's almost like sculpting. Only that I don't have a slab of stone, I have a piece of paper, but like a sculptor, I have to figure out what's hidden inside.
At the moment it's a lesson in humility. As is writing for this blog. After almost a month of pause, I am having a hard time to get into the habit of writing again. Of consciously reflecting my day. But hang in there with me. It'll get better. It must.
