Last week I didn’t do my best drawings. Michael Nobbs often says ‘there’s no such thing as a bad drawing’ but I do wonder sometimes!
I can’t say that I was entirely pleased with any of the drawings that I produced last week.
I could pick holes in each one – and don’t get me started on the demon teddy bear!
I’m not going to do that, though. I don’t let a few ‘bad’ photographs put me off taking more photos and in the same way I won’t let a few not-so-good drawings put me off doing more drawing.
My drawings are about more than producing an aesthetically pleasing image. They’re certainly not about producing a photographic likeness (which is why I have my camera).
Like my photographs though, each drawing I do is a little record of a particular object or moment in my life.
When I look back at my drawings and my photographs I remember where I was, maybe how I was feeling, the time of day and what else was going on in my life at that point.
I recall the tiny details in something that I’d never noticed before until I really slowed down and took the time to see them.
The exact hue of the colours on the Rubik’s cube that I still didn’t manage to quite capture. The fact that my Gran’s opal ring could really do with a clean. The way that actually my mouth doesn’t have a hard outline to it, despite the way I drew it.
No matter how I, or others judge the quality of my drawings, whether that be positively or negatively, the value of them for me will still be there and that’s what motivates me to keep going.